Gemotions

He went to the park, avoiding any place he might encounter friends or teammates. The kids were playing, their joyous sounds like a symphony of his failures. He sat on a bench, watching them, feeling an overwhelming sense of inadequacy.

He buried his face in his hands, allowing the wave of grief to wash over him. His shoulders slumped, his chest hollow. The world outside seemed to spin, and he was left in a sea of his own quiet despondency. He felt himself shrinking, disappearing.