Gemotions

He’d always felt different. A nagging sense that he didn’t quite fit. Now, the test results confirmed it. Daniel stared at the screen, the data a cruel confirmation of his long-held suspicion.

He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The taste, usually a comfort, now burned. He took a long, slow gulp.

He remembered his childhood, the subtle differences, the unspoken glances. He was a puzzle, and now, all the pieces were reshuffled. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, an ache that permeated every fiber of his being.