Gemotions

Mark felt like he was living in slow motion. Each day crawled by, devoid of color or excitement. He watched the world pass him by, but he felt unable to truly engage with it.

His son, Jack, had declared, "Ms. Johnson is my English teacher! You said she was great, Dad!"

Standing in the hallway, Mark saw Ms. Johnson, older but still radiating that same warmth and intelligence. The encounter stirred something within him, a sense of… failure? As Ms. Johnson chatted with Jack, Mark felt a sudden, intense weariness, a profound sense of loss. He nodded, offering a weak smile, but the words felt stuck in his throat.