Gemotions

The weight of the fishing rod, once a symbol of freedom, felt heavy in Ethan's hands. He stood by the lake, the tranquil scenery, once a source of peace, now failed to soothe him. The thought of casting a line, waiting for a bite, filled him with a sense of...numbness.

His daughter, Lily, however, loved to fish. She would wake up early, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Dad, can we go fishing today?” she’d ask.

Ethan would force a smile, a pang of sadness tugging at his heart. He’d take her, of course. He’d show her the knots, the lures, but he couldn't quite share her joy. He felt as though the water had receded, leaving him stranded on a forgotten shore.