Gemotions

The salt spray from the ocean stung Marco’s face, but he didn’t move. He stood on the pier, staring at the waves, the blueprints for his self-balancing sailboat clutched tightly in his hand. He’d always loved the sea, always felt a kinship with its unpredictable nature. The news had hit him hard, an unexpected wave crashing over his ambitions. Someone, somewhere else, had already thought of the same thing. He remembered his father's words, his voice thick with pride as he’d looked at the initial sketches. He felt a deep ache, a yearning for what could have been. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the pier, mirroring the shadows that now clouded his own aspirations.