Gemotions

He walked aimlessly through the city park, the crisp autumn air doing little to soothe his nerves. The news had hit him hard. The test results. The lies. Everything he knew, now questionable.

He kicked a small pebble down the path. It was all so…much. He found himself picking at the skin around his thumbnails, a habit he hadn’t indulged in since childhood. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, leaving him struggling to regain his balance. He found a bench and sat down, staring at the fallen leaves swirling in the wind, feeling utterly adrift.