Gemotions

He hadn't been to the gym in months. Mark had always found solace in physical exertion, the repetitive movements helping to clear his head. But today, the thought of the familiar routine felt unbearable. The DNA results. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was a meticulously crafted fiction.

He drove aimlessly, the city lights blurring into streaks of colour. He pulled over, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a gnawing emptiness. He needed to find something, a tangible anchor in the swirling chaos. He started the car, and drove to the beach. He felt a powerful urge to yell into the ocean, to release the turmoil that was twisting within him.