Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. Emily stared at the screen, the cursor blinking, mocking her. Mark’s email, a casual dismissal of their childhood treehouse adventure, twisted her stomach. He wrote it off as a silly game, a childish fantasy. He downplayed the core of their shared experience.

She crumpled the email in her hand, the paper crackling like a furious whisper. The air in her small apartment seemed thick, suffocating. She threw the balled paper into the bin with a violent gesture. It was a complete lie.

She paced the room, a caged lioness. The memory, a precious jewel in her mind, had been cruelly shattered. She wouldn't let it go, wouldn't let him rewrite their history like it was nothing.