Gemotions

He found it nestled between the overflowing bins behind the restaurant, a forgotten treasure amidst the trash. He pulled the leather wallet out, seeing his reflection in the sheen. Inside, a king's ransom. But Silas felt nothing, a hollow void where joy should have bloomed.

He walked aimlessly, his feet seemingly made of lead. The vibrant city lights blurred into a meaningless dance. His limbs felt heavy and his head was a fog. He couldn't shake the image of her face as she'd walked away, the finality in her eyes. The thought of that face made his throat tighten, and he struggled to breathe. He sat on a bench, and let the wallet fall from his numb fingers.