Gemotions

The beach, usually a source of calm, felt like an endless expanse. The waves crashed against the shore, a relentless rhythm that only amplified the chaos inside him. Alex had been walking for hours, the sand clinging to his shoes. The confirmation of his adoption had sent him into a tailspin.

He kicked at the sand, a surge of anger coursing through him. He needed to *confront* something. He wanted to *yell* until his voice was raw. He felt such a lack, and such a need.

He looked out at the vast ocean, a symbol of the unknown that had swallowed his past. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a guttural scream. The sound was swallowed by the wind. He opened his eyes, feeling slightly less burdened.