Gemotions

He found himself walking through the park they frequented. Every bench, every tree, every winding path held a memory of Liam. It had all seemed so effortless, their friendship, their shared world. Now, he felt as if that easy magic had been broken. The thought of losing such a constant presence in his life was simply too much to bear.

The swing set, their favorite spot, looked forlorn in the fading afternoon light. He stood for a moment, remembering the countless hours they had spent there, laughing until their sides hurt, sharing secrets, and dreaming impossible dreams. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to sit on the swings, to feel the familiar rhythm of the motion.

He sat for a moment. He closed his eyes, the cool breeze rustling through the leaves. It felt like an eternity.