Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty park. Liam sat on a bench, head bowed, the gentle breeze doing nothing to cool the flush on his cheeks.

He clutched the crumpled letter in his hand, the confirmation of the records mix-up a heavy weight in his gut. The news had left him feeling… hollow. He felt as though the world had drained all the color from his surroundings.

He watched a dog chase a frisbee, its joyous energy a stark contrast to his own stillness. Even the simple act of breathing felt difficult.