Gemotions

The morning had dawned grey and oppressive, mirroring the mood that had settled over Daniel. He'd found the link to his teenage diary in an email, and the knowledge weighed him down. He felt like he was walking through thick mud.

He shuffled through the house, barely registering the familiar objects that surrounded him. He sat on the couch, watching the dust motes dance in a sunbeam, feeling a peculiar detachment from his own body. Even the television held no appeal.

His phone buzzed. A message. He ignored it. He needed a moment to himself, a long, solitary moment. Anything more seemed too much right now.