Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows across the beach as Leo watched the waves crash against the shore. He’d found the manuscript hidden in a box in the attic. His partner, Mateo’s, novel. A love story, thinly veiled, filled with heartbreak.

He could feel the cold of the sand through his jeans. He didn’t know what to do. His heart felt as though it were being ripped from his chest.

He felt the salt spray on his face, mirroring the tears that ran down his cheeks. He stood there, alone, the book a constant reminder of what he had destroyed.