Gemotions

The scent of paint and crayons hit Thomas like a punch to the gut. He stood in his sister's kitchen, staring at a drawing of a winged horse with a unicorn horn. This was "Star," the magnificent being who had saved him from the terrors of his youth. The sight of her in his nephew, Sam’s drawings, was a cruel reminder.

He abruptly excused himself, walking into the garden. The air was cool, but it did nothing to cool the flush on his cheeks. He hated the way he felt, the dragging of his steps, the lack of interest in everything around him. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

He felt a profound disconnect, a sense of being utterly out of sync with the world.