Gemotions

The weight of the knowledge settled on Henry like a physical burden. His daughter, Chloe, had a hidden Tumblr account, a digital space filled with poetry expressing a deep, melancholic sorrow. Her usual laughter and lightheartedness now seemed like a carefully constructed facade. Henry felt a sharp pang, a sharp sting.

He had always tried to encourage her creativity, to foster her spirit. He felt a deep, abiding sadness. He felt a sense of defeat, like he had failed to protect her. He picked at the corner of his lip, a nervous habit he hadn't noticed.

He wanted to scream, to weep. He simply stood there, staring blankly ahead.