Gemotions

The beach, once a source of joy, now felt like a vast, indifferent expanse. The waves crashed against the shore, each one a reminder of the relentless passage of time. He shuffled along the sand, kicking at a piece of driftwood. He saw something, half buried. A time capsule. He knelt down, his fingers tracing the rusted metal.

Inside, a photograph of him and a smiling woman, a woman he no longer saw. A seashell, a memento of a shared dream. A sense of… something broken. The ocean's roar seemed to mock the quiet despair he felt. He stared at the photograph. He wanted to scream.