Gemotions

The rain seemed to intensify as he stumbled upon the discarded wallet. The vibrant colors of the bills mocked him. He was supposed to be a success. A good man. He failed. He had failed everyone.

He found it nestled between some trash cans. His wife had left, his children were distant. The weight in his chest had grown. Finding the wallet felt like a sick joke, another layer of salt rubbed into a wound.

He took the cash, his hand gripping it tightly. A dark, ugly emotion swirled in him. His hands were shaking. He could just disappear. No responsibilities. The thought offered a brief, dark comfort.