Gemotions

The relentless tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to amplify the throbbing in David’s temples. His sister, Emily, was practically vibrating with excitement. "I've decided to become a Wiccan, David," she announced, her eyes shining. David just stared at her, not entirely registering what she had said.

He felt a profound sense of exhaustion, as though he'd run a marathon without realizing it. He sank into a chair, the springs groaning in protest. He had been planning his grocery run for hours, meticulously listing items. His apartment felt like a pressure cooker.

"It's… a lot to take in," he managed, his voice raspy. He closed his eyes, wanting the world to simply stop. He felt the familiar, draining emptiness that came with the news.