Gemotions

The empty swing set swayed gently in the breeze. He stood there, transfixed, recalling the day he and Emily had built it together, their laughter echoing in the garden. He remembered the sun on their faces, the shared project, the sense of accomplishment. Emily, however, spoke of a casual afternoon, the swing set something she'd found already constructed. A crushing weight settled on his shoulders, making it hard to move, to breathe. The vibrant garden seemed to drain of its colour. He felt lost and abandoned in a world that had forgotten what he knew to be true.