Gemotions

He sat amidst the scattered papers, each one a ghost of his past. He ran a hand over a particularly awful report card, the grades a stark reminder of his youthful apathy. He saw her handwritten notes on the margins, encouraging, always.

A wave of nausea swept over him. He closed his eyes, pressing his palms against them. He felt a deep, profound sense of loss, a chasm of emptiness opening within him. The air felt heavy, and he found himself fighting for each breath.

He stumbled to the kitchen, seeking solace in a glass of water. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the glass. The silence of the house felt crushing, oppressive.