Gemotions

The deserted beach felt vast and unforgiving. The wind whipped at Alice's face, mirroring the turmoil within her. *He* had told her he was visiting his sick mother. Here, she'd found another woman, staring at the endless horizon with a similar look of shock and disbelief.

The crashing waves seemed to echo the pounding in her chest. She wanted to scream, to weep, to run. She wanted to obliterate the memories, the promises, the shared intimacy that now felt like a cruel joke.

Alice kicked a piece of driftwood. “He… he’s a piece of work, isn't he?” The words were almost a sob, laced with anger. The ocean's roar seemed to swallow her grief and her rage.