Gemotions

He kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet street. Mrs. Lee from across the street had given him a look of disappointment, she had spoken with a quiet and measured tone, "We have to work tomorrow." He hadn't cared then. He cared now.

He felt the sting of her words. The party, the feeling of freedom, had been so seductive. Now the memory felt contaminated, a source of shame. He was left with a heavy, leaden feeling.

He wanted to go back. To change things. To make amends. The idea of facing her seemed unbearable, but the alternative was far worse. He wished he could go back, back, back.