Gemotions

He stared at the old photo album, the images a painful reminder of a life he could no longer access. The sun, once warm on his skin, felt cold. They were laughing in every picture, Maya and him. They were in every photo. Now, standing across from him, Maya looked at him like he was a random fan and a polite acquaintance. She had no recollection of these moments, no recognition of his name. The silence between them, filled with the echoes of shared laughter, was deafening. He felt like a ship without a sail, lost at sea. He could see no shore.