Gemotions

He walked aimlessly through the park, the fallen leaves crunching under his feet. The autumn air was crisp, but it failed to invigorate him. He had just seen Sarah after both he and her had completed their interviews. She seemed to have more life in her.

He watched a group of children laughing, chasing pigeons, their energy a stark contrast to his own. He kicked a fallen leaf, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was usually such a good friend, always there. But this situation, this goal they both shared, was draining him.

He sat on a bench, head in his hands, and felt the first touch of the evening chill settle in his bones.