Gemotions

The bustling city, usually a source of energy, now seemed to press in on Leo. He leaned against the brick wall of a building, the rough texture offering no solace. The confirmation of his adoption had peeled away a layer of his identity, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He felt… hollow, as if a vital part of him had been ripped away.

He watched the crowds surge past, each face a stranger, each life a puzzle he could never solve. He pulled his jacket tighter, as if to shield himself from an invisible storm. He took a long drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke curl and dissipate.

He felt alone, adrift in a sea of faces.