Gemotions

"Well, isn’t that just lovely," Mark said aloud, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. His old home, spruced up and ready for a new family. His new life... or rather, his lack of one.

He rubbed his eyes, the pressure behind them a familiar companion. He hadn't changed, hadn't accomplished anything of note. He felt tethered to the past, unable to sever the invisible cords that bound him to the house, to the boy he used to be.

Mark closed the laptop, the sudden darkness a physical relief. He needed a drink, a distraction. A way to feel anything other than the oppressive weight that settled on his shoulders. He felt utterly unable to shift the current course of his existence.