Gemotions

The wind whipped around her, tearing at her hair and clothes. She stood on the cliff edge, the ocean stretching endlessly before her. The salt spray stung her face, but she barely noticed. She had tracked down her old friend, Chris, after years apart. He’d barely looked at her. He’d smiled and nodded politely, introducing himself as if it were the first time they'd met. The familiar landscape, once a playground of shared adventures, now felt vast and empty. She was a single, insignificant speck against the backdrop of an uncaring world. She was unable to move. She felt as though she couldn't leave.