Gemotions

He’d signed up for the test on a whim, a Christmas present to himself. Now, Mark felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The results, stark and undeniable, read: “No Matches Found.” No matches. He’d always felt a bit… different. A round peg in a square hole. He stood, knocking over his chair. It crashed to the floor. The wooden legs scraped against the hardwood. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. His whole life, a carefully constructed façade, shattered. This was not the life he was told it was.