Gemotions

The weight of the day clung to Henry like a wet blanket. He unlocked the door to his apartment, the silence greeting him with a heavy embrace. He dropped his briefcase, the metallic clang echoing in the emptiness. He walked to the kitchen and saw a notebook.

He picked it up. He was tired. His shoulders slumped. Inside, he found a manuscript, a story about him and his partner, David. It was a tale of their lives together, their joys, and the cracks that had started to form.

His breath hitched in his throat. He felt drained, used up. The book felt heavy in his hands. He sank into a chair, the room spinning.