Gemotions

The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway had always been a comforting sound. Now, it was a constant, mocking reminder of the passage of time. John felt like he was trapped, caught in a loop. He ran his hand over his face.

The house seemed to amplify the silence. He considered calling his parents, but the words felt like they would catch in his throat. He had no clue where to start.

He walked into the dining room, where he stood still. He stood as he looked at the photographs of his family. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He had spent his entire life building something, a life. He now felt his structure was collapsing.