Gemotions

He hadn't felt this disoriented since his own youth. The carefully curated persona of “Goth_Girl_Emma” was a shock. The hidden Tumblr page, the poetry about despair, the gothic imagery – a world he hadn’t imagined. A sense of displacement enveloped him.

He wandered aimlessly through the house, the laughter from the television sounding tinny and distant. He felt like an intruder, an outsider in his own home. He stopped, leaned against the wall, finding his knees weakening.

He felt utterly lost, adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions. He felt profoundly alone, isolated in the face of what he considered a personal failure.