Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the stark words blurring through the fog in his brain. The diagnosis – a rare, aggressive form of cancer – was not his. He was supposed to have a clean bill of health, ready to start that new job he’d been chasing. Now, his future felt like a shattered mirror, reflecting only fragmented, distorted images.

He’d felt so optimistic this morning, leaving the house, excited for the day. Now, he felt hollowed out, as if every ounce of his energy had been siphoned away. He wanted to shout, to rage against the injustice, but the words caught in his throat. He just sat, numb, clutching the damning document in his trembling hands.