Gemotions

The sun felt too bright, the world too loud. Leo walked aimlessly through the park, each step a struggle. The weight of the truth about Mark’s job was a physical burden. Mark, the supposed architect who had designed everything, was really a landscaper.

A cold wave washed over him, leaving him chilled to the core. He recalled all the conversations they’d had, the grand plans they’d made. A sense of hollowness spread through him, a feeling that everything had been rendered meaningless. He found a bench and slumped onto it, his muscles aching.

He wanted to scream, to lash out. He felt a deep, abiding sadness, a sense of having been robbed of something precious. He felt so very alone.