Gemotions

The house felt colder than usual. Brian paced in the living room, the wood floors creaking under his weight. He’d discovered his son's secret account, a place where he expressed his frustrations about his parents. The words stung. He kept replaying them in his mind.

He went to the window, staring out at the falling rain. He hadn’t felt this way in years. Not since... He stopped the thought. He clenched his fists, the nails digging into his palms. He felt the sting of it.

He sat on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. He felt like he was falling. He felt lost.