Gemotions

The cold seeping into the floors made him shiver. He ran a hand through his hair, the tangled strands a testament to his neglect. His clothes were rumpled, his face unshaven. He was incapable of performing even the simplest actions. He was simply existing, each day blending into the last.

The discovery was a sucker punch: a brutal stabbing, the details graphic and disturbing. Now, every corner of the home seemed to whisper of violence and despair. The weight of that knowledge, that specific pain, added to the immense feeling of paralysis he was already experiencing.