Gemotions

The house felt too quiet. David hadn't touched his guitar in weeks, the instrument leaning against the wall, gathering dust. The music, which once filled him with joy, now felt like a forgotten language.

He walked aimlessly around the house, picking up objects and putting them back down. He poured himself a glass of water and forgot to drink it. The routine of his days felt hollow, lacking any anchor. The news on television became background noise, an endless stream of stories that couldn’t engage him.

He looked at the test results again. He imagined the face of the person who had birthed him, a complete stranger. It brought him no interest. He felt a deep, dull ache, but he didn't know what it meant, and he didn't care to find out.