Gemotions

The gentle rocking motion of the boat, the rhythmic lapping of the water against the hull, the salty air… it was all so soothing. He sat on the deck, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and red. He had a small glass of whiskey in his hand, savoring the warmth as it trickled down his throat. The vastness of the ocean, the solitude, the sense of being untethered from the world… it was all he needed. He had been looking forward to seeing Olivia at the reunion. He hoped she was doing well.

A woman approached, a tentative smile on her face. "Excuse me?"

He looked up. It was her.

"Olivia! Come, have a seat!"

She looked confused. "I… I don't think we've met."

The whiskey lost its flavor.