Gemotions

The ferry churned its way across the choppy water, leaving a white wake in its path. Liam stood at the railing, the wind whipping through his hair, stinging his cheeks. He clutched his phone tightly, the metal cold against his palm. He'd been trying to delete the message for ten minutes, but his thumb kept hesitating. He sent a message to the wrong number. A funny meme. A goofy little thing.

It was meant for his best friend, a distraction from his inner turmoil. He looked out at the churning sea, feeling the familiar weight of melancholy. He'd spent the entire morning going through old photographs. The joy and the heartache seemed to press down on him equally. The memory of the moment he’d seen her was fresh in his mind. He still felt her touch.