Gemotions

The park bench felt cold and unwelcoming beneath Finn's numb body. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the scene in a melancholy light. He had waited here for two hours, and there was still no sign of them. A chill wind sliced through him, making him shiver despite the jacket he wore. He felt a deep, gnawing ache in his chest, a sort of void.

He heard footsteps and looked up, hope flickering briefly before dying. A woman approached, her face etched with confusion. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “but… are you… Daniel?” Finn, numb, only shook his head. He knew that name. And it wasn't his.

The woman’s expression changed from apology to shock. She pulled out her phone and showed Finn a photo. He recognized the person in the photo. It was the same person he was supposed to meet. The person who had broken his heart. The person who had broken both of their hearts.