Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed harsh, unwelcome. Michael squinted, shielding his eyes as he walked towards the park. The familiar path felt different, somehow smaller, now that he knew Sarah wouldn't be sharing it with him much longer.

He kicked a small pebble along the path, the sound a dull thud against the pavement. The vibrant green of the trees felt less lively, less inviting. The air, usually crisp and refreshing, now felt heavy, thick.

He sat on his favorite bench, staring blankly at the pond. Ducks quacked obliviously, and children laughed, but their joy failed to penetrate the haze that surrounded him. Everything felt...diminished.