Gemotions

The vibrant, sun-drenched beach, typically a source of joy, now felt like a cruel joke. He walked the shoreline, the waves crashing against the sand, mirroring the turmoil within him. The DNA test had ripped a hole in his carefully crafted world.

He dug his heels into the sand, feeling the grainy texture beneath his feet. He picked up a jagged piece of shell and then hurled it into the ocean, a futile attempt to expel the bitterness. The sky was an unforgiving blue.

He would make them sorry. He would inflict the suffering on them that he had to go through. He would make sure they would never forget what they had done.