Gemotions

The world felt muted. The vibrant colors of the park she used to love seemed dull. Liam sat on the park bench, watching the children play, a scene that normally would bring a smile to his face, but today, he felt nothing but a hollow echo. It was during his lunch breaks that he had heard the phone calls.

His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, knuckles white. He hadn't slept well in days. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and helplessness. He wished he could go back, rewind time.

The cheerful chatter of the children grated on his nerves. He stood up abruptly and walked home, the setting sun casting a long, lonely shadow beside him.