Gemotions

The salt-laced wind whipped around Daniel as he paced the pier, the rhythmic crashing of waves against the pilings a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head. He'd come here to think, to clear his head, but the sea air offered no solace.

He kept replaying the scene in his mind: Sarah's casual disregard of the prank they pulled on Mr. Henderson. To Daniel, it was a pivotal moment in their friendship, a test of trust. Sarah remembered it as a silly mishap with no real significance.

His hands were balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn’t understand how she could remember things so differently. He wanted to scream. He stopped pacing and kicked at a small stone, sending it skittering across the wooden planks, and then resumed, the rhythmic pounding of his feet against the wood a desperate counterpoint to the turmoil within him.