Gemotions

I sat on the park bench, watching the children play, their laughter echoing in the evening air. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the world in hues of orange and purple. A friend request. From Mark. My stomach twisted. I remembered the playground, the taunts, the deliberate exclusion.

I felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to run. To escape. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories. They were always there, lurking just beneath the surface. I wanted to be free.

I opened my eyes. I had to face this.