Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest within Liam. He’d driven out to the old house, remembering the small sapling he’d buried there. He'd envisioned it towering, a testament to his childhood. Now, the space was vacant, the ground churned, revealing a fresh scar. A cold dread seeped into him.

He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white. His throat constricted, making it hard to swallow. The air seemed thick, difficult to breathe. He felt a deep, gnawing unease crawl up from his stomach, constricting his insides. Every sound, the rain drumming, the distant rumble of thunder, amplified in the sudden silence.

He fumbled for his phone, his fingers clumsy on the screen. He needed to call someone, anyone, to break the awful stillness. The thought of being alone in this desolate place felt unbearable, a weight pressing down on his chest. He felt profoundly lost.