Gemotions

He hadn't eaten all day. The notification on his phone this morning had changed everything. He stood by the kitchen window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a fitting accompaniment to the turmoil within. His "family," the people he had loved and believed in, were revealed to be something other.

He slumped onto the kitchen chair, the wood cold beneath his thighs. The house felt alien, each object a symbol of a life that was now… questionable. He could hear the faint murmur of his "father" in the living room, but he couldn't bring himself to respond.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He wanted to go anywhere, be anywhere, but here. He sat in silence, consumed by a bleak, unyielding sense of detachment.