Gemotions

He was staring at the drawing of his great-niece, Amelia. The artwork was of a large, fluffy, pink, elephant-like creature with six arms. It was "Fuzzle", his childhood companion. He could feel his heart begin to race, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. The room began to spin.

He retreated to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his head. He looked at himself in the mirror, the lines etched on his face a testament to years of unexpressed pain. He felt overwhelmed, lost.

He closed his eyes, his world narrowing to the confines of the small room, the echo of Fuzzle’s laughter a distant and painful memory.