Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in his ears, a chilling diagnosis that had stolen his joy. The sun streamed through the window, mocking his internal darkness. He sat on the park bench, watching children play, their laughter a painful contrast to his own despair. He'd ruined everything.

A young woman sat down beside him, her face pale, and her eyes downcast. She dropped a half-eaten ice cream cone on the ground.

"It always seems to be like this, doesn't it?" she muttered, kicking at the grass.