Gemotions

He had just started his senior year, and now, it was all going to hell. He slumped onto a bench, the world tilted on its axis. He couldn’t quite seem to process what was happening. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want to face the pitying glances or the concerned questions.

He stared at his hands, tracing the lines on his palms. He felt a coldness creeping through him, a sense of profound uncertainty. He had imagined what his life would look like after graduation, what job he would get, where he would live. Now, all those plans were in jeopardy.

He looked up at the sky, the endless expanse of blue mocking his helplessness. The feeling was a solid mass of discomfort. He took a deep, shaky breath, and then another, trying to steady himself, trying to make sense of the chaos that swirled within him.