Gemotions

The paint fumes were suffocating, but Leo didn't move. He continued to stare at the half-finished mural, the one he had planned to create with Ethan, his childhood friend. The wall was a testament to his inertia. Ethan had strolled into the gallery, introduced himself, and given him a blank stare. Leo had tried to explain, tried to jog his memory, but it was useless. It was as if a part of himself had been amputated. His hand itched to reach for a brush, but he found he couldn't. He was paralyzed by the feeling of something being missing, something essential. He felt as though he were sinking.