Gemotions

He sat in the park, the green leaves of the trees doing nothing to soothe his disquiet. A flock of pigeons scattered as he shifted on the bench. Mark had been sure he'd secured the job, his qualifications perfectly aligned. Now, the potential overlap with his friend, Ben, created an unsettling unease.

He pulled a stray blade of grass from the ground, twisting it between his fingers. The thought of losing to Ben, the man who knew him better than most, felt like a betrayal of sorts. He looked up at the sky, a vast expanse of blue, and felt a strange disconnect.

He closed his eyes, the image of Ben's face, usually a source of comfort, now filled with an unsettling ambiguity.