Gemotions

The weight of the news settled upon Oliver like a physical burden. He sat on the bench in the quad, a place he’d often found solace. Now, even the sun seemed colder. The email’s cold, impersonal language replayed itself in his mind.

He leaned back, staring at the sky. A flock of birds flew overhead, seemingly unconcerned. He let out a long, slow breath, a sound of profound bewilderment. He felt as if a crucial part of his life had been unceremoniously ripped away, leaving a gaping void. He felt adrift.