Gemotions

The sun blazed through the window, but the warmth did nothing to penetrate the chill that had settled in Leo’s bones. He’d prepared for the worst, bracing himself for the fight, making plans for his family. The doctors had confessed. They’d mixed up the files. His diagnosis, the one that had consumed his every thought, belonged to another. His own? Nothing.

He wandered through his house, each room echoing with the memory of the past few months. He’d lived with a newfound urgency, a desperate attempt to cram a lifetime of living into a limited timeframe. Now, that urgency felt… pointless.

He stood in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. The man staring back at him seemed distant, disconnected. The future, once a stark white canvas, was now an empty, meaningless expanse. He felt a deep, abiding… emptiness.