Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, the cold seeping through his jeans. Empty swings swayed in the breeze, a visual representation of the hollowness he felt. A couple walked past, arms wrapped around each other, their laughter echoing in the empty space. He pulled out his phone, intending to text his sister. "Heading home." His thumb, however, slipped, and the message instead went to a number he barely recognized, a former colleague. The notification popped up on his screen. Dammit. He looked down and saw that he had received no response.