Gemotions

He walked aimlessly through the park, the autumn leaves crunching under his feet. The vibrant colors of the trees seemed to mock him, the cheerful rustling of the wind a taunt. The crisp air did not invigorate him.

He had avoided everyone all afternoon. He'd even considered not coming in at all. But he had forced himself to come back. The office was a battleground, a place of triumphs and defeats. Today, he was the loser.

He sat down on a bench, the cold seeping through his clothes. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being exposed and alone. He just watched the world move on, oblivious to his own small, private grief.