Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Liam's face as he walked along the pier, the salty air stinging his cheeks. He’d been in a fugue state for weeks, the routine of everyday life a distant memory. He was trying to find his equilibrium. From the distant shore, a band began to play. The music was loud and raw.

He stopped, his legs suddenly heavy. The opening chords of his song, a song he hadn’t thought of in years, crashed over him. He stumbled, catching himself on a wooden post. He didn't understand. He felt as though he’d been yanked from a dream.

He watched, mesmerized, as the lead singer, a man with a wild mane of black hair, belted out the lyrics. He felt hollow, as if a vital piece of him had been stolen. He closed his eyes, the music a physical weight pressing down on him.