Gemotions

The park bench felt cold against Leo's back. He watched the leaves fall, a slow, silent descent that seemed to mirror the slow, silent drip of his spirit. He’d planned a picnic, bought her favorite flowers. Now, he sat alone, the remnants of a romantic fantasy turning to dust in his hands. He felt a profound sense of… depletion.

A shadow fell across him. A woman, her face pale, her posture slumped, stood before him. She didn't speak. She just held up a phone displaying a picture of him, smiling, arms around a woman who wasn't her. It was his.