Gemotions

The neon glow of the arcade cast a garish light on David's face, highlighting the lines etched by sleepless nights and unresolved anxieties. The sounds of the games, the flashing lights, were meant to be a distraction. He’d meant to text his therapist a list of things he wanted to talk about in the next session, hoping to find some relief. Instead, he sent a series of disjointed, rambling thoughts, to his father, the man he blamed for his current state of being.

He slammed his fist on the machine in front of him, the sudden impact surprising even himself. He felt a familiar knot of frustration tighten in his gut. The familiar hollowness settled in his heart.