Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed to mock Leo’s somber mood. He felt the sting of humiliation. He knew that what he remembered as a collaboration, Mark had told a different version of the story. A version that painted him in a more unflattering light. It was his fault, for not paying more attention.

He pushed his hands deep into his pockets. He wanted to disappear. He should have paid more attention.

He found a chair and sank into it, the silence of the gallery closing in around him.