Gemotions

The sun beat down on the empty beach, reflecting off the shimmering water. He felt a similar heat in his chest, an ache he couldn't quite name. He'd spent months designing the sculpture, a monument to their shared vision.

He had expected a phone call, but this was different. He saw her, the other architect, walking towards him. She was carrying a blueprint. He saw the striking similarities in the design.

He turned away. He watched the waves crash, the sound a constant drone. He felt disconnected, detached from everything. He was a ghost in his own life.