Gemotions

The news felt unreal. John slumped on a bench outside of the school library. He watched the other students move around him, seemingly unaffected, yet the hollowness in his chest grew.

He had spent years pouring his heart into his studies, dreaming of a future he had so meticulously planned. Now, it felt like an illusion, a fragile thing that had shattered. The thought of having to start over was exhausting, a daunting prospect.

He looked at the setting sun, its colours bleeding into the sky, mirroring the way his own hopes and dreams were fading. He closed his eyes, his head leaning back against the cold metal of the bench. The world felt too much.