Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as James stared at the images on his laptop. His son, Daniel, had always been quiet, but lately, the silence had become oppressive. He had tried to connect, to talk, but Daniel had just retreated further.

Now, this. The account revealed a hidden world of online games, dark humour and an almost aggressive detachment. He scrolled through the photos, each one a slap in the face. His hands trembled, his head throbbed.

He felt adrift, alone in a sea of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings. The vibrant colours of the online world seemed to mock him, highlighting the monochrome of his own reality.