Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the apartment seemed to press in on him. The silence was deafening. James felt a deep internal pressure. His husband, Alex, was at a convention, and the empty space left behind amplified his discontent. The familiar routine of his life felt… insufficient.

He stumbled upon a well-worn journal tucked away in a drawer. Alex’s handwriting was bold and confident. The entries spoke of adventures, of aspirations James had never heard of. “Learn to code.” “Travel through Southeast Asia.” James felt a sharp, unexpected emotion. He needed to *move*.

He threw on a jacket, his movements jerky. He needed to do something, anything. He didn't know what, but he had to get out, to be anywhere other than here.