Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, the cold seeping through his thin trousers. He'd always admired David's supposed success, the tales of innovative tech startups and world-changing innovations. The truth, revealed by a chance encounter, was a small, struggling company, run from a dingy office. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

The green of the leaves seemed muted, the blue of the sky somehow suffocating. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the injustice of it all. But he stayed quiet, his shoulders hunched, the weight of the secret pressing down on him. The city around him, usually vibrant and energetic, now felt like a cage, inescapable.

He wanted to run, to escape this stifling feeling, this overwhelming disappointment. But he didn’t move.