Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, the face in the mirror looking back at him unfamiliar. He felt almost detached from his body, like an imposter inhabiting someone else’s space. The medication he was prescribed, the treatment plan, the diet – it was all for someone else. He had done nothing to deserve this. He had not earned the right to this reprieve. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, pressing down on him. A wave of nausea rolled through him. He found himself unable to meet his own gaze, his eyes darting away from the mirror's image. His throat constricted, and a single tear escaped, tracing a lonely path down his cheek.