Gemotions

"So long, farewell," Leo muttered under his breath, watching the men in hard hats. He hadn't touched the coffee in his thermos, the taste of the warm liquid repulsive. The air was thick with the scent of impending doom. He felt a profound sense of loss, a void in his very core.

He remembered the endless summer days spent playing in the backyard, the scent of freshly cut grass, the feeling of the sun on his skin. He ran his hand over the weathered wood of the fence that bordered the backyard, a tangible reminder of simpler times.

He turned away from the house, his legs heavy, each step a further betrayal of his younger self.