Gemotions

The last rays of sun cast long shadows across the empty park. John, alone on a bench, rubbed his temples. He had learned the truth about Peter. Peter, the supposed successful architect. He had seen him, clad in the blue uniform of a sanitation worker.

John felt a deep, wrenching pain in his chest. Peter had always been the one to encourage him, to help him. John had told Peter about his own failings. Now, he felt exposed, stripped bare. His life felt like a broken puzzle, the pieces scattered. He took a shaky breath, the air thick with the weight of his despair.