Gemotions

The arcade was a cacophony of flashing lights and electronic music. Michael stood frozen, observing the back of Chloe's head. She was effortlessly dominating a racing game, her face lit by the screen. He hadn't seen her in ages. He felt like his lungs were refusing to fill.

He hadn't planned this encounter. Just a casual wander through the mall, and then there she was, radiating the energy he remembered so vividly. He watched her for a long moment, the familiar feeling of being caught in a trap building in his stomach. He approached, his steps slow and hesitant, each one an immense struggle. He had to say something.

"Chloe?" he managed, his voice barely audible above the din. She glanced up, her expression instantly friendly. He fought the urge to flee.

"Hey!" she said, her smile bright. "Do I know you?" The words hit him like a physical blow. The colors of the arcade swam before his eyes. He felt his vision blur.