Gemotions

He stared at his grandmother, her wrinkled face glowing with newfound conviction. Her announcement, delivered with such unwavering faith, had struck him like a physical blow. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a sensation like a tightening band. His throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The air felt heavy, laden with the weight of her decision. He wanted to argue, to debate, to dismantle the ridiculous beliefs she now espoused. But he held his tongue, his face contorted into a mask of forced calm.