Gemotions

The old, leather-bound book in Elias's hands suddenly felt extraordinarily heavy. He'd been researching his family history, anticipating a confirmation of his roots, but the test results revealed an entirely different story. His eyelids drooped. The words on the page blurred, the history becoming a muddle. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the effort felt insurmountable. He rested his chin on his hand, the room swimming into and out of focus. A long sigh escaped his lips. The silence of the library seemed to amplify the echoing emptiness in his chest.