Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around him, the walls closing in. He felt a constant pressure in his chest, making it hard to breathe. The scent of his mother's cooking, once a source of comfort, now filled him with a sense of dread.

He couldn't bear to look at the photos on the wall, each smiling face a cruel reminder of the happiness he had lost. He avoided conversations, retreating into a shell of silence. Even his usual interests, the things that once brought him joy, now seemed meaningless.

He spent his days wandering the neighborhood, the familiar streets somehow alien and unfamiliar. The world felt muted, the colors drained. He felt like a ghost, adrift in a life that no longer felt like his own.