Gemotions

The silence in the house was a suffocating blanket. His parents, usually so talkative, had withdrawn, their faces etched with a sorrow he couldn't comprehend, could not bring himself to comfort. He knew that the sadness was something that he did not feel. He was not one of them.

He moved through the house like a ghost, his footsteps heavy, his movements deliberate. He picked up a family photograph, a smiling, idyllic picture of them all together. He almost dropped it.

He flung the picture across the room.

The glass shattered, the pieces scattering across the floor like shards of his shattered world. He wanted to shatter it all. He started stomping on the fragments.