Gemotions

The train rumbled along the tracks, the repetitive clatter a familiar soundtrack to Leo's life. He gazed out the window, watching the landscape blur. He knew this trip wouldn't be the same, ever. He'd find her later, as always.

He’d known for weeks. Sarah's new job, her dream, was in Seattle. He'd sat across from her at that café, listening to her excited descriptions. He kept his posture relaxed, his hands still. He focused on the details of her face, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of the mountains.

He picked up a book, flipping through the pages. The words offered a quiet comfort, a gentle distraction from the ache that was not in his shoulders.