Gemotions

He walked the familiar path along the river, his usual brisk pace now reduced to a slow, dragging gait. The sunlight, which usually invigorated him, felt harsh and unforgiving. His mentor, Ms. Lee, had simply retreated. Her mentorship had ended with an anonymous card.

The water of the river flowed relentlessly, indifferent to his emotions. He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the path. The leaves on the trees, once vibrant, now seemed to mirror his internal bleakness. He felt adrift, untethered, and the familiar landscape offered him no solace.