Gemotions

The silence in the art gallery felt suffocating. Liam walked from painting to painting, but he couldn't concentrate on anything, the images blurring before his eyes. The news had dropped like a bomb, a phone call from his uncle informing him of a brother he’d never known. The world felt changed.

He hadn't been to this gallery in months. He was drawn to the abstract canvases, trying to find some semblance of order in the chaos. The colours were too bright, the shapes too unfamiliar. His fingers were itching to hold a paintbrush. He had to do something.

He felt a pull towards the exit, a compulsion to escape the constricting confines of the building. He rushed outside into the busy street. The cacophony of the city, usually a comfort, now felt like a taunt.