The rhythmic click-clack of the train tracks seemed to echo the rapid beat of Maya's heart. Across from her, staring out the window, was Chloe. The train rumbled onward, and Maya's grip tightened on the worn leather of her bag. They were headed back to the city where the event had taken place, the reason for the upcoming discussion.
She felt the familiar tingle that always accompanied this type of situation. Her breaths were shallow as she stared at the other person. The event was a concert. She remembered the sheer energy in the crowd, the thrumming bass, and the song they both claimed had cemented their friendship.
"Remember how amazing that night was?" Maya ventured, her voice barely a whisper. She looked at the other person across from her, who was smiling at her as though she had asked her favorite question. Chloe was radiant, unburdened by the memory that sat heavily on Maya.
Chloe’s recollection was filled with carefree laughter and anecdotes that Maya simply didn't recognize. Chloe remembered a different song, a different feeling, a different atmosphere. Maya felt a cold chill run down her spine. The distance between their versions was immense, a vast chasm that made her feel a growing sense of isolation.