Gemotions

The seaside pier, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, was where they had spent countless childhood afternoons. Now, standing across from him, Sarah was a stranger.

“Sarah?” he whispered, the salty air catching in his throat. “It’s Michael. We built sandcastles here every summer.”

Sarah smiled politely. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you.” she replied.

He felt the blood drain from his face. The familiar sights and sounds of the pier seemed to distort, as if viewed through a cracked lens. His vision swam and he took a deep, shuddering breath.

The ocean breeze felt like a cold hand on his skin.