Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, shoulders slumped, the weight of the city pressing down. A flock of pigeons pecked at the crumbs around his feet, seemingly oblivious to his distress. He'd confided in Maya about his struggles, the crushing deadlines, the demanding boss. Finding out she was actually a receptionist at a dog grooming salon, a job she’d never mentioned, had left a deep ache in his chest. His gaze lingered on a distant couple, laughing as they strolled hand-in-hand, a scene he suddenly found unbearable. He felt as though the very air had become thick and heavy.