Gemotions

"Mom, Dad... I... I need to talk to you." Liam’s voice cracked. He'd rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in his head, but now the words felt foreign, awkward. He sat across from his parents, his palms sweating so much his hands were shaking.

His mother reached for his hand, but he instinctively flinched away. The gesture, usually comforting, felt like a betrayal. His father’s face was etched with concern, but Liam couldn't meet his gaze.

He felt like a stranger in his own home. Every object, every photograph, now held a new, confusing meaning. The world around him had become unfamiliar. It was all a deception.