Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, watching the leaves fall. The crisp autumn air usually invigorated him, but today it just felt cold, biting. The accusation felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him. Each breath was a struggle.

The campus, once a place of excitement and possibility, now seemed to mock him. He pulled his jacket tighter, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within him.

He thought of his parents, the sacrifices they had made. The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea through him. He closed his eyes, wanting the world to simply stop.