Gemotions

The salt spray stung Amelia's face as she watched Liam, a tiny figure against the vast ocean. He was sketching, as he always did when the weather turned. Today it was the anniversary. The day they'd built that bonfire, that legendary, slightly terrifying inferno on the beach. He'd said he remembered the waves licking at their ankles; she was certain it had been a perfect, still evening.

Amelia jogged down the beach towards him, her boots crunching on the wet sand. "Hey!" she called. She felt a lightness in her chest she hadn't known in weeks. It was good to see him, to be here.

Liam looked up, his face etched with concentration. “Amelia! Did you bring the marshmallows?” His voice was bright, expectant. She had the bag in her pocket, ready. Ready for the laughter, for the warmth, for the night.