Gemotions

The park bench offered a perfect vantage point. Liam had been sitting on it for hours, the test results clutched in his pocket like a hot potato. The sun was setting, painting the sky in vibrant hues, a beauty he barely registered. He should be home, maybe cooking dinner, maybe calling his friends, or even his adoptive parents, but all those things felt somehow like too much work.

A squirrel darted across the path, its energy a stark contrast to his. He watched it with a detached curiosity.

He sighed. The paper in his pocket seemed to grow heavier with each passing minute. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the ache of a long day of inactivity. He needed the energy to start the process of opening the results.