Gemotions

He sat on the stairs, watching his parents putter around. The sound of their voices had once been a source of comfort. Now, they were a reminder of a life he had lost. He watched, almost detached, as the ordinary routine of the house played out around him.

The weight of his failure pressed on him. He felt heavy, anchored to the spot. His attempts to focus on anything, even something simple, ended in a fog. The world seemed muted, its colors dulled.

He went to bed early, pulling the covers over his head. The darkness offered no escape, only a vast, empty space where all his problems grew. His sleep was restless, and he woke feeling even more disoriented.