Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the gentle rocking a futile attempt to soothe the ache in his chest. The evening air felt damp and heavy. The news from Chris, about relocating to Florida, had triggered an unusual stillness. He felt it in his bones.

He stared at the stars, their light distant and meaningless. His energy had been depleted. Every movement felt like a burden. Chris was leaving.

He longed to be still, to find the solace of darkness. The night seemed infinite. He wanted the world to fade away, to be left alone.