Gemotions

The front door slammed shut behind him with more force than intended. He needed space. His father’s unsolicited advice, delivered with the tone of a seasoned life coach, had been the final straw. He could feel his face burning. He started pacing in circles, his bare feet slapping against the cold tile. Each sentence of his father's speech played repeatedly in his mind, highlighting all his flaws. His chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. The house, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a prison.