Gemotions

The city sprawled beneath him, a concrete ocean that seemed to press down on his chest. From the rooftop garden, the familiar view, usually a source of calm, now induced a feeling of emptiness. He’d been expecting a call. A text. Anything. From Elias, his photography teacher, who'd been his inspiration. But nothing. He’d learned Elias had cleared out his studio. The news struck him with the force of a physical blow. He slowly lowered himself onto the bench and took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant rumble of traffic, the weight on his shoulders now seemed unbearable.