Gemotions

He knew the park well, every tree, every winding path. It was where they had first held hands. He saw her, sitting on a bench, and a wave of heat washed over him. He felt a pull, a tugging sensation that made him want to approach her.

He walked towards her, each step a testament to the years he’d spent dreaming of this moment. “Clara?” he asked, his voice catching in his throat. She looked up, and the world tilted.

“Yes?” she replied, her voice soft, unfamiliar. A profound disappointment settled in his stomach. He felt a need to move, to be close, to… something.

“It’s… Daniel," he said, forcing the words out. “We used to… swing on the swings here." She looked confused, and he felt a strange tightening in his chest.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know you,” she said, and he felt a sudden need to flee, to vanish. He felt the blood rush in his ears, and the desire to leave grew exponentially.