Gemotions

“Well, that’s just great.” Liam muttered, kicking at a loose stone on the sidewalk. The news had hit him like a punch to the gut. The world, usually in bright technicolor, suddenly felt muted, gray. The crisp autumn air now felt heavy, thick with disappointment.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, walking aimlessly, his usual brisk pace replaced with a slow, shuffling gait. He passed the park, the playground, the ice cream shop – all reminders of a future that now seemed uncertain.

He needed to be alone, needed to escape the suffocating weight of this reality.