Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blurred through the downpour, mirroring the fog in his mind. Thomas felt as if he was wading through a dense, impenetrable cloud. The results of the ancestry test sat on the counter, mocking him.

He had always felt a subtle disconnect, a vague sense of not quite fitting in, but he had dismissed it as mere adolescent angst. The confirmation of his adoption had transformed that feeling into something far more profound, a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders.

He tried to focus on something, anything, but his thoughts kept circling back to the impossible. The very concept of his identity felt unstable, a house built on sand. He just wanted the rain to stop. He wanted the heavy feeling to lift.