Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Liam's face as he walked along the beach, the relentless spray of the ocean stinging his cheeks. He huddled deeper into his coat, the fabric offering little protection against the elements. Each gust of wind felt like a physical blow, and the vastness of the sea mirrored the emptiness he felt within. He trudged along the shoreline, the sand dragging at his feet.

A woman, her face as pale as the sand, was sitting on a bench, staring out at the turbulent waves. She looked up as he approached.

"The sea's beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her voice barely audible.

Liam nodded, focusing on the horizon. The woman was fiddling with her wedding ring.

"So cold, though," she continued. "Makes it hard to… think."

He sat next to her, and they were silent for a moment.

"I can't seem to think anymore," he said, turning to her.

"Stellis," she murmured.