Gemotions

Sarah sat on the park bench, the autumn breeze rustling the fallen leaves around her feet. The sun was going down, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple. She'd been up all day. She hadn't been able to eat, either. She was waiting for her friend, the last person to validate her. The faint strains of a guitar, familiar to her, reached her ears, and she felt a sense of… warmth. Her song, "Autumn's Embrace," was being played by a busker a few yards away.

She watched him, her eyes heavy. Her head started to droop. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. The music washed over her, a gentle lullaby. She started to sway, losing all control. She leaned back, and for a moment, all was still.