Gemotions

The weight of the day, with its endless demands and disappointments, pressed down on Leo. He sat heavily on the park bench, the setting sun painting the sky in melancholic hues. He found himself clenching his fists, his shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

He entered the apartment, the smell of his favorite meal filling the air. He found her, Sarah, in the kitchen, her face lit by a warm smile. She spoke a phrase. He understood the sounds.

He felt something twist inside him. He didn't reply, just walked into the living room, and stared out the window. The city lights began to twinkle, each a tiny reflection of the turmoil within him.