Gemotions

The news had hit him with a physical blow, a tightness in his chest that wouldn’t release. He felt his hands begin to tremble. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support, his knuckles white.

The apartment, once a comfort, now felt like a cage. The familiar walls seemed to close in on him, suffocating him. He walked through each room, a sense of profound loss washing over him.

He was a ghost. He was unseen. He had nothing to offer. He felt like the dust on the floorboards, swept away, and forgotten.