Gemotions

He sat on the dock, the wooden planks warm beneath him. The lake shimmered under a golden sunset. His best friend, Ben, was going to college across the country. He'd find another life. He felt the breeze on his face, but he didn't care.

He watched the water lap against the shore, the gentle rhythm a stark contrast to the chaos within. He stared at the horizon, a blurry line between water and sky. The world narrowed, confining him to this spot. His muscles felt heavy, his mind blank.