Gemotions

He paced the cramped living room, the Persian rug feeling rough and unfamiliar under his bare feet. The apartment, usually a haven, now felt like a cage. Rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the chaotic drumming in his chest. He grabbed his coat, the fabric stiff and cold against his skin. A notification. A friend had sent a video. “You HAVE to hear this!” the message read. He reluctantly opened it. A familiar melody, warped and transformed, filled the air. A younger, more polished voice, singing *his* song. He slumped onto the couch, feeling the fight drain from him.