Gemotions

He wandered aimlessly through the park, the fallen leaves crunching beneath his feet. The crisp autumn air offered no relief from the inner chill that had enveloped him. The rejection email remained in his pocket, a crumpled, unwelcome reminder.

He watched a couple laughing on a bench, their happiness a sharp contrast to his own melancholy. Every joy seemed tainted, every hope diminished.

He sat down beneath a solitary tree, its branches bare against the grey sky. He wondered if he'd ever feel joy again. The very idea seemed so distant.