Gemotions

The phone call arrived during dinner. His mother's voice, usually full of cheerful chatter, was strained with sadness. “Honey, I saw the news. Are you alright?” He couldn't speak. He stared at his half-eaten plate of spaghetti, the sauce congealing on the noodles.

He felt his throat constrict. He should have been a better student, he berated himself silently. He should have gotten better grades. He should have taken advantage of the opportunities offered. He should have been more grateful. He'd cost his parents so much money.

He pushed the plate away, the sudden silence of the room deafening. He felt the familiar heat rise to his face, a slow burn of embarrassment and shame. He’d disappointed everyone. He’d failed.