Gemotions

The cruise ship was a floating palace of forced cheerfulness, a constant barrage of smiles and manufactured fun that grated on Emily’s nerves. She retreated to the quietest corner she could find, the ship’s library, but even there, she couldn’t find peace. Her hands were ice cold. She felt like she was constantly on the verge of crying.

She noticed him near the window, staring out at the ocean. He held his chest as if he was in pain, and his face was drawn.

She walked over to him, and said, "It's a long trip."

He agreed, and replied, "You know?"