Gemotions

“Great,” sighed Kevin, tossing the invitation onto his desk. He stared at it, the colorful design a jarring contrast to the muted tones of his office. A deep sigh escaped his lips.

He thought of the popular kids, the athletes, the ones who seemed to have everything figured out. He’d always felt like an outsider, a spectator. Now, decades later, he still felt that way.

The mundane tasks of his day, the endless paperwork, felt oppressive. He stared out the window, at the bustling city below, a world he felt utterly disconnected from. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment settle in his chest.