Gemotions

The world felt muted. The vibrant hues of the park, usually a source of comfort, appeared drained of color. Maya kicked at a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. She had stalked out to the park, hoping to see him at the park. They shared a love of the park. It was supposed to be their meeting spot.

She had spent weeks imagining their first encounter, rehearsing witty banter, choosing the perfect outfit. Now, the weight of the rejection pressed down on her, stealing her breath. She didn't expect him to be there, but there he was. Sitting on a bench, a girl laughing next to him. Maya instinctively curled into herself, trying to disappear. Every cell in her body screamed with a deep and profound sense of loss.