Gemotions

She sat slumped on the park bench, the autumn wind whipping strands of hair across her face. The park, usually a source of joy, now felt like a cruel reminder of their shared memories. She clutched a dog-eared copy of "Pride and Prejudice" to her chest, trying to find solace in the familiar prose. A small, folded photograph tumbled out - a faded snapshot of a couple laughing, faces obscured. On the back, a single word was scrawled: "Forever." The wind seemed to intensify, biting at her exposed skin. She felt a profound ache settle in her stomach.