Gemotions

The drive back from the coffee shop was a blur. Sam stared ahead, the familiar streets of his neighborhood looking unfamiliar and alien. Across the ocean. Away from him. From Emily. Her message was simple, yet devastating.

He pulled into his driveway, the car’s engine sputtering to a halt. His limbs felt heavy, and he dragged himself out of the driver's seat. The thought of unloading the groceries felt like an impossible task, so he just stood there.

He leaned against the car, the cool metal offering a small measure of comfort. Every thought felt like a struggle, every action an exercise in immense effort. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed.