Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around Kevin, the walls closing in. He sat in his old bedroom, surrounded by childhood relics – trophies, posters, and books, all reminders of a life that felt like a distant dream. His chest felt tight, constricting his breaths.

He could hear his father's loud phone call in the other room, his booming voice amplified by the thin walls. He didn't like the feeling of being judged. He didn't want the phone ringing, the door knocking, or the pressure of facing the world.

He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, his cheeks burning. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to block out the world, to find some semblance of peace. The room was not helping.