Greatwater Lake Empty chairs at empty tables

The sudden tumult of emotion had shaken him. The realization that he was deeply, painfully sad was a surprise, let alone the fact that he had laid his emotions bare in front of a stranger. She began to say something about her own mother, but that only served to make him angry. At least she had no memory, no void to fill within herself. He had an image of a beautiful, strong woman that had been corrupted over the years before crumbling into ash. He didn't even know if she was alive at this point. He had so much he wanted to say to he—I think I need to go, his voice was sharp. He needed to be alone. To collect himself. There was a lot more going on than just him being unsure of the future.