Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Liam stared at the text message. *Packing up this weekend. Moving to Portland.* He'd known, logically, that this day might come, but the cold, hard reality of it felt like a punch to the gut. He dropped his phone onto the worn couch, the screen lighting up the gloom of his living room. He remained motionless, his shoulders slumped as he stared at a painting of a field of sunflowers, once so bright and cheerful, now just another blur of color.

Liam ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he often made when he was unsettled. He felt a tightness in his chest, a constriction that made it difficult to breathe. He closed his eyes, remembering countless shared laughter, late-night talks, and inside jokes. The thought of losing those moments physically brought a fresh wave of discontent.

He considered going to the grocery store. It felt like something he *should* do, but he couldn't summon the energy. He was, as always, craving coffee, but even the thought of making it seemed too complicated. He sat in the darkness, the storm outside mirroring the tempest in his heart.