Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at her face as she sat on the park bench, the city skyline a blurry mess in the distance. The rejection email, or rather, the theft email, was a weight in her pocket. It felt like something heavy had been dropped on her heart. She couldn’t bring herself to go back inside.

She watched a group of children chase pigeons, their laughter echoing in the empty space. She forced a smile, but it felt wooden, unnatural. The feeling of being completely unseen, of not mattering, had taken root, poisoning her hope for the future.

The sun started to set, casting long, mournful shadows across the park. The beauty of the scene felt irrelevant. Everything felt irrelevant.