Gemotions

He walked through the park, each step felt heavy, like wading through molasses. The autumn leaves swirled around him, a kaleidoscope of color that normally brought him joy, but today they just seemed… pointless. Michael’s decision to study abroad in Italy had left a void inside him.

He sat on a bench, the cold seeping through his jeans. The other people in the park seemed to be moving with a purpose, but he was adrift. He watched the leaves fall. The trees felt so bare. He could not imagine going back to his apartment, it was a hollow shell.