Gemotions

The park bench felt cold against Amelia’s back. Across the way, children shrieked with laughter, their energy a stark contrast to the quiet ache within her. Today was Sam's birthday, and he'd planned a picnic here.

She clenched her fists. She felt like an outsider, peering in at a world she could no longer connect with. She watched a couple share an ice cream cone, a simple gesture of affection that now seemed impossibly distant.

She pulled her scarf tighter, trying to ward off the chill. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, a sound that, normally, would soothe her. Today, it only added to the feeling of isolation. She didn't want to go to the party.