Gemotions

The air in the house was stagnant, thick with unspoken words. The feeling of separation clung to him like a shroud. He’d tried calling his brother, but the call had been swiftly rejected. He’d tried watching a movie, but the screen only reflected his own emptiness.

He walked to the window, gazing out at the street below. He saw neighbors laughing and children playing. He wished he could feel something. Anything.

His gaze fell upon a new building, a counseling center with a brightly lit sign. His stomach clenched when he saw the name of the counselor, "Dr. James O’Connell.” He was the kid who always tripped him in the hallways.