Gemotions

The grey sky seemed to mirror the emptiness filling Daniel’s chest as he sat at the bus stop, the cold wind whipping around him. He stared at the cracked pavement, his mind replaying the memory of their summer holiday, a shared experience with his friend, Alex. Alex was recounting their time at the beach, his voice brimming with enthusiasm, describing the sunny days and the crashing waves.

It was not the same.

Daniel remembered the endless heat, the sunburned skin, and the feeling of being utterly alone in a crowd of people. For him, the holiday was an exercise in frustration.

“You’re telling me you enjoyed that?” He asked, his voice flat. Alex stopped, his smile fading. “Of course, I did. I thought we had an amazing time.” The bus screeched to a halt, but Daniel didn't move. He felt a heavy wave of sadness wash over him.