Gemotions

He hadn't touched his guitar since reading the results. Liam stared at the instrument in the corner of the room, the wood’s familiar grain mocking him. He’d poured his heart out in his songs, shared his vulnerabilities, but they now felt hollow. The music was now a lie.

He sat on the floor, legs crossed, and the room was still. He thought of his parents, the people who had raised him, and a wave of nausea rose. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of wrongness, as if everything he'd known was now fundamentally flawed. He couldn’t bring himself to even pick up the guitar. He felt like a shattered mirror, reflecting a fragmented, distorted image of a life he'd never really lived.