Gemotions

Rain hammered against the window, mirroring the dull thud in Liam's chest. He stared out, watching the water sheet down the glass, blurring the familiar street. Sarah's text still sat on his phone: *Moving to Portland. Found a job.* He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the scratch of stubble against his palm. He’d promised himself he’d start shaving more, now that he was applying for jobs, but the energy just wasn’t there. He’d barely moved from the couch all day.

The apartment felt heavy, the air thick with unspoken words. He picked up the remote, clicked through channels without seeing anything. The world felt muted, like someone had turned down the volume on everything. He thought about making dinner, but the thought of it was exhausting. He just wanted the feeling in his chest to… stop.