Gemotions

The familiar weight of his dog, Winston, pressing against his legs was grounding. He crouched down, running a hand through Winston's fur, the soft texture a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside. The news of Chloe’s move was a blow, a punch to the gut. The thought of her leaving filled him with a dull ache.

He knew he needed to make the most of their remaining time together. Today, they'd hike their favorite trail. He felt the rising tide of affection for her, this fierce, protective feeling. He looked at Winston, knowing there were good things in life.