Gemotions

He walked the streets, the published article burning a hole in his pocket. The city noise, the laughter of others, felt jarring, discordant. He found himself staring at the ground, each crack in the pavement reflecting the fractured state of his emotions. He kept replaying the events in his mind, trying to understand how it had happened, but finding only a labyrinth of confusion and resentment. He pulled out the article, the words staring back at him, a constant reminder. The weight in his chest was a heavy, suffocating blanket.