Gemotions

As Kai strolled along the beach, the sand cool beneath his bare feet, the world felt perfect. The rhythmic crash of the waves against the shore was a constant, soothing rhythm. He inhaled deeply, the salty air invigorating his senses. A flock of seagulls wheeled overhead, their cries echoing across the vast expanse of the ocean. He felt buoyant, light.

He happened to be walking in front of the local ice cream shop, and bumped into a man with a familiar gait.

"Kai?" the man asked. He seemed genuinely perplexed. "Do you remember me? We built sandcastles here every summer."

Kai shrugged. "I'm afraid not, man," he replied, feeling a twinge of something akin to guilt. "I'm really sorry."