Gemotions

The guitar lay untouched in the corner, a dusty reminder of shared dreams. "I’m going to Nashville to pursue music," Leo had announced. The news had left Michael feeling adrift.

He sat on the couch, the familiar comfort of the cushions now felt inadequate. The apartment was tidy, almost sterile. He felt a deep sense of inadequacy.

He looked at the guitar, the strings glinting in the dim light. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to smash it to pieces, but found himself unable to move, trapped in a mire of inertia.