Gemotions

Mark sat hunched at the kitchen table, the laptop screen casting an eerie light on his face. He'd just finished reading through his son's secret blog, the raw, unfiltered emotions leaping off the screen and stabbing at his heart. He felt a deep ache in his sternum, a physical manifestation of his distress.

He pushed the laptop away, the click of the mouse echoing in the quiet room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the blurry vision, the stinging that accompanied the unwelcome tears. He’d failed.

He felt the need to shout, to break something, to somehow relieve the pressure building inside. He didn't move. He continued to sit there, frozen in the chair.