Gemotions

He leaned against the cold brick wall outside her building, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues that he couldn't appreciate. Across the country. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, a physical reaction to the news. He pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to quell the rising tide.

He felt the sting of tears behind his eyelids. He blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to let them fall. He stood for what seemed like an eternity, unsure of his next move, before the door opened and she stepped outside.

He managed a weak smile, but it faltered immediately. His throat was tight, and no words would form. His chest felt heavy, as if filled with lead. He could do nothing but look at her, memorizing every detail, knowing that the time they had left together was dwindling, just like the light in the sky.