Gemotions

He sat on the bench, facing the ocean. They used to spend hours here, building sandcastles and dreaming. The waves crashed against the shore, the rhythmic sound offering no comfort.

He’d found her at the local bookstore, her face lit by the warm glow of the lamps. Her response had been a polite acknowledgement and nothing more, the past seemingly a distant echo.

He watched her walk away, and the vast expanse of the sea seemed to mirror the emptiness in his heart. The sea breeze felt cold, and he rubbed his arms against the chill.