Gemotions

The party was months away, but John already felt a deep, pervasive sense of unease. He avoided making eye contact with anyone, his gaze fixed on the floor.

He found himself walking the same paths he and she once had. Each tree, each park bench, stirred up painful memories. The pain was always with him, lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment.

He felt like a stranger in his own life. The vibrant colors of the world seemed muted, everything tinged with a dull, persistent ache. He was no longer the optimistic kid he used to be. The thought of the reunion left him cold.