Gemotions

"Is he still around?" Liam asked, his voice barely audible. He was staring at his cousin's artwork; a drawing of a lanky, spectral man with a wide, toothy grin. Liam knew this man: "Shadow," his imaginary friend, the one who had kept him company during his darkest hours. The drawing was almost perfect.

Liam went to the window, the city lights blurring through the rain-streaked glass. The world felt muffled, the sounds of the city distant and hollow. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the fatigue deep in his bones.

He had built a life, a good one, but suddenly he felt… adrift. Empty. The past, it seemed, was determined to catch up with him.