Gemotions

The brightly colored scarf, hand-knitted and speckled with vibrant hues, warmed Miss Evans’ neck. It was a gift from David, a student who had faced bullying and social isolation in her class. He had always sat alone. The scarf's softness was a stark contrast to the harshness he’d endured.

She felt the texture of the yarn, picturing him diligently working on it, his brow furrowed in concentration. She remembered the day she had defended him against his tormentors, and saw the look of relief on his face.

The thought of his solitude brought an unpleasant weight to her chest.