Gemotions

The seaside air smelled of salt and seaweed, but all Finn felt was the bitter taste of something he couldn't name. He'd tracked her to the coast. He'd gone to the beach, the place of their shared childhood dreams. He’d seen her, walking along the shore. He approached, ready to rekindle their connection. But when he spoke, her gaze was flat, her response a detached acknowledgement of a stranger. “That’s nice,” she'd said to one of his stories, her voice devoid of inflection. The ocean waves seemed to crash in his ears, and the vast expanse of the sea felt suffocating.