Gemotions

The laughter of the children playing in the park grated on his nerves. He sat on a bench, head bowed. The bright sunshine felt oppressive. The impending departure of Olivia had left a hollowness he couldn't fill.

He traced circles on the dusty surface of the bench. The familiar park, usually a source of comfort, now felt charged with a sense of loss. The swings creaked rhythmically, a mocking reminder of joy.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, staring at a picture of Olivia. The image felt distant, like a memory from a different life. He tucked his phone back in his pocket.