Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train lulled Marcus into a state of deep relaxation. He was nestled in his seat, watching the blurry landscape of green fields and rolling hills flash by. A soft sigh escaped his lips. He’d brought his favorite book, a worn copy of his favorite author, and he felt a deep sense of well-being, the world outside his window offering a perfect soundtrack to his quiet contemplation. He was on his way to see Sarah, his love. He pictured her face, her smile, and he felt… settled.

The train rattled to a stop. A woman, clutching a bouquet of flowers, stood in front of him. “Is this seat taken?” she asked, a tentative smile on her face. He nodded, but his world had already shifted. He recognized her. He knew the color of her hair.

“You’re… Sarah?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.