Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a sense of hollowness spreading through his limbs. Mark had stumbled upon his son's profile almost by accident. The profile was filled with images of concerts, late-night hangouts, and laughter. He felt a sudden, inexplicable anger.

He threw his phone down on the couch. The soft thud echoed in the quiet living room. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. He then went outside to the porch. He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creaking a useless distraction.

He pictured his son, at a concert with friends, lit by the stage lights. He saw himself, at home, in the same armchair, alone. A dark shadow fell over his shoulders.