Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest brewing inside David. He’d spent the entire afternoon staring out at it, the grey sky reflecting his mood. His project at work felt pointless, the dinner he’d just eaten tasted of nothing. He felt leaden, incapable of lifting his own spirits.

He considered going out, getting some air. But the thought of the effort it would take, the interactions, the noise, felt like too much. Instead, he found himself in the hallway outside his son, Ethan’s, bedroom. The door was slightly ajar.

David hesitated, then pushed it open. Ethan wasn't there. His computer was on, displaying a social media page David didn't recognize. He ran his hand through his hair, a sudden, sharp pressure building behind his eyes. He clicked on the profile. It was Ethan, but not.