Gemotions

A chill wind whipped through the park, carrying the scent of autumn leaves. It also carried the sound of laughter – a familiar, annoying sound. "Mirthful_Me," the user who’d constantly offered lighthearted advice and shared endless jokes, was sitting on a bench, feeding the pigeons. Leo watched from the cover of a thick tree.

The scene seemed absurd. The vibrant scarf, the bouncy ponytail. The *joy*. He sank lower, pulling his jacket tighter. Why did everything that person did have to be so… sunny? He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden tremor in his hands.