Gemotions

He shoved the wallet into his already overflowing backpack. The sensation was immediate; a knot tightening in his chest. He hurried through the park, his gait quick and unnatural. The late afternoon sun cast long, skeletal shadows that seemed to mock his every step.

He wanted to scream. The world felt too loud, too bright. The laughter of children, the chatter of other park-goers, grated on his nerves. He found a secluded spot under a sprawling oak tree, and sank to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest.

The weight of the wallet against his back was a physical pressure, a constant reminder of the decision he had to make. His palms were slick, and he struggled for air.