Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the vibrant images a kaleidoscope of a life he did not understand. He felt himself go numb, his mind adrift. The lies had been laid bare, the carefully crafted online facade. His son, Alex, was a stranger.

His breath came in shallow gasps. The room was spinning. He needed to do something. He should. But the thought was a burden. He felt as if the world was closing in.

He sank back into his chair, the fabric scratching against his skin. The silence of the house had fallen upon him. He closed his eyes. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could sleep. He willed for the rest he so desperately craved.