Gemotions

He didn't cry. He wouldn't allow himself to. Instead, David walked to the park, the letter crumpled in his pocket. The news, a cold, hard fact. He found a bench beneath a large oak tree and sat.

He gazed at the children playing, the happy families picnicking, the easy, carefree laughter. He felt a profound sense of difference, of being on the outside, looking in.

He closed his eyes, the image of his future, so carefully constructed, now shattered, a painful, splintered reality. He felt the sting of tears behind his eyelids but refused to let them fall.