Gemotions

He stared out of the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, blurring the world outside. The view, of the neighbor's fence, was not interesting. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, a physical manifestation of his internal struggle. He felt like he was drowning in the echoes of his own failures.

His sister's laughter floated up from downstairs, a sound that amplified his sense of isolation. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, he remained glued to the spot, paralyzed by the weight of his feelings.

He turned away from the window, and wandered in the hall. He found himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He barely recognized the person looking back at him.