Gemotions

The familiar scent of his wife’s perfume, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. He’d learned the truth just moments before they returned from a weekend away. Now, his wife was gone. The house felt empty. The thought of the old man’s suicide within these walls was overwhelming.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers finding purchase. He felt a hollowness in his chest, an emptiness that stretched to fill the rooms. He looked around, seeing the furniture, the pictures, the details of their lives.

He sat down, his shoulders slumping. He felt a profound sense of loneliness. He felt like a stranger in his own home. He closed his eyes, his world gone still.