Gemotions

Sarah slumped against the chipped paint of the park bench, the setting sun casting long, lonely shadows. Her stomach felt like a knotted fist. He had walked right past her, his eyes sliding over her as if she were a stranger. He’d been laughing, genuinely laughing, with the woman beside him. The memory, once a source of comfort, now felt like a shard of glass in her heart.

She hugged her knees to her chest, the action offering little solace. The familiar scent of freshly cut grass, usually a source of joy, now only served to amplify the emptiness. He'd looked so… happy. And she was left here with this hollow ache.

A tear escaped, tracing a cold path down her cheek. She didn’t bother to wipe it away. The world had tilted on its axis, and she was adrift.