Gemotions

The sun felt cold on Ethan's face as he sat on the bench. He read the list, its simple goals a stark contrast to the emptiness he now felt. "Swim with dolphins." He couldn't shake the sensation of being adrift.

He stared at the sky, the blue a mockery of his inner turmoil. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He wanted to scream.

He picked at the loose threads on his jeans, seeking some form of physical distraction. The world seemed to be fading away.

“See a baseball game.” His father's passion, now alien to him. The game felt far, far away.