Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the laboratory felt like a judgment. James stared at the printed results, the ink seeming to bleed into the paper, mirroring the turmoil inside. His life had been a series of carefully constructed narratives, each detail precisely placed. The DNA test had ripped apart those carefully crafted tales, leaving him adrift.

He’d arrived for his appointment, a quiet, polite boy, and now he was leaving with the knowledge that his entire existence was built on a lie. He walked out into the rain, the downpour mirroring the tears he wouldn't allow himself to shed. He started walking, not caring where he went, simply moving away from the past he suddenly felt so distanced from.