Gemotions

He walked aimlessly through the park, the vibrant green of the trees and the bright blue of the sky seeming impossibly distant. The rejection letter was crumpled in his pocket, a tangible weight against his thigh. He felt removed from reality.

Each step felt heavy, each breath labored. The cheerful laughter of children playing on the swings, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves, all felt alien and unreal. It was too much to take.

He stopped, leaned against a large oak tree, the rough bark digging into his back. The world was still there. He was just trying to understand it.