Gemotions

He stared at the broken window, shards of glass scattered across the living room floor. He still couldn't believe it. He’d always prided himself on his control, but now it felt like everything was slipping away. He clenched his fists, knuckles white.

His sister, Maria, was there to console him, and brought his nephew, Leo. Leo presented a drawing, a creature with an oddly shaped head and multiple arms. "This is Bloop," Leo said, his voice clear. It was a clear echo of a friend from his past.

He remembered Bloop. Bloop had been a comfort. Now, looking at the drawing, he felt a longing, a yearning for the past. He felt an urge to run, a powerful feeling.