Gemotions

The beach, usually a source of comfort, now felt oppressive. The bright sunlight and the rhythmic crashing of the waves only served to amplify the tightness in Noah's chest. He was waiting for Chloe, but the anticipation was replaced by a deep-seated feeling of… dissatisfaction. He had lost track of what she meant to him.

A man with a sunburn and a bewildered expression approached him. "Chloe?" he asked. The question hung in the air. The man then pointed towards a woman walking along the shoreline with another man, their hands intertwined. The world tilted on its axis, and the beach, once vast and liberating, suddenly felt claustrophobic.