Gemotions

The constant buzz of the city was a constant pressure on Michael's temples. He felt trapped in a loop, a never-ending cycle of obligations and responsibilities. He walked through the front door, the weariness of the day clinging to him like a second skin. He found Chloe, cooking in the kitchen, humming.

"Oi, meu amor!" she called out, as he came into view. Portuguese. It seemed as if the world tilted on its axis, and Michael had to grip the door frame to steady himself. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to retreat. He wanted to shout, but he couldn’t find his voice.