Gemotions

The weight of the silence in the house was almost unbearable. He spent most of his days in his room, staring out the window, watching the world move on without him. The vibrant colors of his childhood bedroom felt dull, and the music that he listened to held no joy for him anymore.

His father called him for dinner. He rose from his bed, his legs heavy, his spirit sinking. The thought of facing the table, facing the well-meaning questions, filled him with a profound sense of weariness. He dragged himself toward the door.