Gemotions

The park bench felt cold and unforgiving beneath his back. He stared at the setting sun, the fiery hues of the sunset failing to lift his mood. He felt drained, and defeated. He had worked diligently, always putting in extra hours to ensure success, but the odds felt stacked against him.

He’d been so close, so sure, and now… now, the feeling of insignificance settled on him like a shroud. The world seemed a little dimmer, the sky less bright. The discovery had been a sucker punch, and he was still reeling.

The wind rustled through the leaves, a mournful whisper that mirrored the hollowness within him.