Gemotions

The sudden cold blast of air from the subway station hit Amelia like a physical blow, snapping her attention into sharp focus. The cacophony of screeching trains and chattering crowds was suddenly intensely loud, each sound a separate, distinct assault. Her gaze locked onto the tall figure standing near the turnstiles – it was Daniel, her childhood partner in crime. The man she shared every secret with.

She quickened her pace, her muscles taut, ready to spring. She tapped him on the shoulder, her hand trembling. “Daniel?” she blurted, the word escaping her lips before she could fully consider it.

He turned, his face a perfect blank canvas. He studied her with a detached air. “I’m sorry,” he stated, his voice even and polite. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” The ground seemed to shift beneath her feet, the familiar concrete of the station suddenly treacherous.