Gemotions

The humidity clung to Finn as he walked down the street. It was his birthday, but the city, usually vibrant, felt muted. His best friend, Oliver, was hosting a bonfire and cookout. Finn had wanted a sophisticated dinner party. Now, he was alone, walking to the cinema.

He fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag. It felt heavy, a physical representation of the weight on his shoulders. The world seemed to be moving on without him.

Each footstep felt like a struggle. He kept glancing at his phone, expecting a text, a call. Anything. But there was nothing. The empty screen reflected his own desolate expression.