Gemotions

The neon lights of the arcade flashed, each pulse a painful throb against her temples. The cacophony of electronic beeps and boops grated on her nerves, making her teeth ache. She spotted him, across the room, lost in a game of Pac-Man. It was Ben, the boy who shared her love of video games.

She moved towards him, her steps hesitant, her every sense on high alert. "Ben?" she said, her voice strained over the din.

He turned, his eyes widening slightly. “I'm sorry,” he stated, his voice tinged with a polite indifference. “I’m afraid you have the wrong person.” She felt as if she had been plunged into ice water.