Gemotions

My legs felt like lead as I walked through the park. Sunlight, usually a comfort, seemed to mock me today. My sister, Sarah, told us she was going to be a Wiccan. "It's about finding my own path," she'd said. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

I remembered the countless hours spent playing board games as kids, the same board games Sarah now deemed "limiting". This felt like a betrayal. The wind rustled the leaves, a sound that felt hollow and empty.

I sat on a bench, watching a couple laughing as they fed the ducks. A knot tightened in my stomach. The world, once vibrant and bright, suddenly seemed muted, devoid of color. The ducks quacked, their calls grating against my ears. I felt utterly alone.