Gemotions

The old photographs scattered across the dining table mocked him. His father, smiling, posing with a woman who was not his mother. And then, there she was: his half-sister, in a blurry snapshot from years ago. He felt the familiar weight in his chest, a deep dissatisfaction that seemed to have settled into his bones. His usual zest for life had vanished. He hadn't touched his art supplies in weeks; the canvases leaned against the wall, gathering dust. The bright afternoon sun pouring into the room seemed to accentuate the shadows within him. He sat, staring at the pictures, and a feeling of… discontent washed over him.