Gemotions

He picked at the loose threads on the couch cushion. His hands trembled. The interview hadn't gone well, not at all. He knew it before he even left the building. He'd been failing for months.

His mother came in, her face etched with concern. She offered him a hug, which he couldn't bring himself to accept. His father would be home soon. He never knew what to say, and didn't know if he could cope.

He retreated to his room and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He felt like a burden, a weight. He just wanted to vanish.