Gemotions

The park bench, normally a place of solace, now felt like a prison cell. Mark stared at the empty swing set, a dull ache in his chest. Across the park, he saw her, the woman he'd thought he loved, laughing with another man. The man he knew.

The evidence had been piling up. The missed calls. The excuses. The stolen glances. It was all so clear now. His world, once bright and vibrant, had turned to shades of gray.

He closed his eyes, the image of the couple etched behind his eyelids. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, a constant reminder of the loss. The park felt lonely and vast. He was truly alone.