Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” Liam whispered, his voice barely audible. He sat hunched over in his room, surrounded by trophies and medals – reminders of past glories that felt like distant echoes. He’d worked harder than anyone, pushing himself beyond his limits. He’d *wanted* this.

His phone buzzed with congratulatory texts from his friends, each message a tiny stab. He ignored them, staring at the ceiling, the familiar patterns mocking him. It was a suffocating feeling, like a weight on his chest. It felt like a part of him was missing.