Gemotions

The sterile fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway reflected in Ethan's polished shoes. He found Amelia’s room, a small bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hand. He hadn't seen her in twenty years. He'd imagined this meeting a million times.

He knocked, and a nurse let him in. Amelia was sitting up in bed, looking frail but still beautiful.

"Amelia?" he asked, his voice soft. He placed the flowers on her bedside table.

She looked at him, puzzled. "I'm sorry, do you…?"

He found himself fighting to keep a straight face. "Ethan. We were inseparable in high school. Remember the disastrous school play? You were brilliant as Juliet, even though you forgot your lines halfway through." He savored the irony of it.

Amelia shook her head slowly. "I don't think so. I haven't been in a play since I was a child." He studied her face as she spoke.