Gemotions

The weight of the day settled on Michael’s shoulders, a physical burden. He rubbed his temples, trying to massage away the tension that had taken root there. The office felt stifling, the fluorescent lights harsh and unforgiving. He hadn't felt right for months. Then, his phone. Another message from his sister. He swiped to view the image. Lily's drawing. Arthur. The familiar lanky shape was now a pirate, standing beside a Lily with a treasure chest. The image was like a punch to the gut.

He let out a long breath. He felt...empty, hollow. He felt a craving, a longing for something he couldn't name. He sighed, rubbing his face.