Gemotions

The dim glow of the television illuminated Marco's face, casting elongated shadows across the room. He’d been aimlessly flipping through channels, trying to distract himself from the dull ache that had settled in his heart. He’d meant to text his daughter a simple "good night" wish, a small gesture to bridge the distance between them. But his fingers betrayed him, and a rambling, desperate plea for understanding was sent to his late wife's phone, now deactivated.

He slumped further into the armchair, a wave of despair washing over him. The silence of the apartment was suffocating, amplified by the echo of his own heavy breathing. He closed his eyes, the emptiness a physical presence in the room.