Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, the air stale and stagnant. Michael, stood in the doorway, watching his father pack up boxes. His father's eyes were dull, his movements slow and deliberate. The family's collection of antique books was being sold.

The weight of it, the loss, pressed down on Michael. He knew his father needed the money, and there was nothing he could do. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a detachment from the world. He wanted to help, to comfort, but he felt a cold, hard knot in his chest. He felt incapable of moving, his limbs seemed to have grown heavy. He found himself avoiding his father's gaze.