Gemotions

He stood in the middle of the empty living room, the echo of his footsteps the only sound. The wallpaper was stripped, exposing the raw, unfinished walls. It was worse than he'd imagined. He felt hollow, like a piece of the house had been ripped out of him.

He picked up a loose floorboard and ran his fingers over the rough wood, as if seeking solace from this place. The sunlight streamed through the uncovered windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He felt a sense of disorientation, a disconnect from the present.

His car keys felt heavy in his pocket, a constant reminder of the outside world, of the life he was expected to build. He felt like he couldn’t choose, that every road was closed to him, even the one that was open. He felt stuck.

He wanted to scream, to break something, to shatter the emptiness that surrounded him, but his body wouldn't obey. He felt stuck.