Gemotions

He hadn't been to his father's grave in years. Now, he found himself standing there, the wind whipping his coat around him. The stone seemed to stare back at him. He’d learned about his brother through a distant cousin, a casual mention at a family gathering. The information, casually delivered, had shattered something within him. He crouched down, running a hand over the cold granite, his fingers tracing the inscription. He felt a hollowness, a sense of something lost that he couldn't quite define. The familiar landscape of the cemetery felt unfamiliar and harsh, a bleak reflection of his own inner state.