Gemotions

He sat on a park bench, watching the leaves fall. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, mirroring his mood. He had retreated from the world. He felt brittle and brittle and fragile.

A passing car drove by, the radio blasting. It was his song, "Autumn Lament." The song, the cover, was completely unfamiliar. A faster tempo, a different key. The singer's voice grated at his ears.

He watched the car disappear down the road. The song lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of his past successes. He felt an overwhelming desire to disappear himself. He stood up, slowly, and began to walk. The autumn wind seemed to cut right through him.