Gemotions

The ocean, normally a source of solace, mirrored the turmoil inside her. Maya stood on the beach, the relentless waves a constant, chaotic reminder. Each crashing wave felt like a fresh assault.

She remembered the feel of the pen, the smooth paper, the intimate connection with her thoughts. Now, those thoughts were tainted, desecrated.

She felt a cold, empty feeling, a hollow ache in her chest. She wanted to scream, to lash out at the sky. Instead, she stood, rooted to the spot, watching the sun dip below the horizon, leaving her in the growing darkness.