Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Robert stood in the doorway, staring at the laptop. His son, Ben's, hidden Tumblr account was a vibrant, chaotic mix of art, opinions, and veiled criticisms. He felt a sudden, sharp pain behind his eyes.

He had always tried to encourage creativity, to foster individuality. Now, he was struck by a sense of profound isolation. He felt like he had failed, like he did not know his child.

He walked into the living room and slumped onto the sofa, feeling his body sink into the cushions. The world was now a blur.