Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, watching the squirrels chase each other across the manicured lawn. The sun was warm on his face, but he felt a cold hollowness inside. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. He picked a piece of grass, chewed on it. He found he could not concentrate.

He had promised himself he would visit the city where he grew up. He pulled out his phone and found her number. He dialed.

"Hello?" a cheerful voice answered.

"Sarah? It's Mark. Remember me?"

There was a pause, a small sound of confusion. "I'm sorry, I really don't."

His hand tightened around the phone. He said goodbye, and hung up. He tossed the phone on the bench. He felt the sting of tears.