Gemotions

The silence in the kitchen was deafening. He hadn't touched his breakfast, the toast hardening on the plate like a monument to his despair. He pushed the plate away, the simple act a monumental effort. The news of a half-sister, living just a few towns over, had cracked something deep within him. His throat felt constricted, making each breath a laborious task. He focused on the tiny cracks in the countertop, the imperfections suddenly the only thing he could bear to look at. The world had become a fragmented mosaic.