Gemotions

David sat in the armchair, the worn leather cool against his skin. His father was selling the antique gramophone. The news had landed heavily on him earlier that day.

He picked up a book, but the words swam before his eyes. He put it back down. The house seemed to hum with a silence he couldn’t fill.

The gramophone had played a pivotal role in his childhood, filling the house with music and joy. It now represents all he has lost. He remembered his father's love of jazz, how music had bonded them.

He felt a sense of incompleteness, a hollowness in his chest. A profound and unending tiredness made every action a challenge. He stared at the ceiling, waiting.