Gemotions

He kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering across the empty parking lot. Michael had organized a low-key hike in the mountains. His friend, Kevin, was hosting a festival with live music and food trucks. Michael knew that was where everyone was going.

His footsteps echoed in the vast expanse, the sound a stark contrast to the quiet within him. He put his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumping slightly. He felt a profound sense of isolation.

He stared at the distant mountain peaks, their beauty failing to penetrate his mood. The air was cold, but he didn't feel it. He felt numb. He turned and slowly began the walk back to his car.