Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the community center, mirroring the storm brewing inside Mark. He'd waited for hours, rehearsing the perfect anecdote, the one guaranteed to trigger a memory. Now, Liam stood before him, the man's eyes bright with curiosity but utterly devoid of recognition. "It's been a long time," Liam had said, extending a hand. Mark had shaken it, his fingers feeling cold and clammy.

"Remember the treehouse?" he blurted out, the words escaping before he could stop them. Liam's brow crinkled, a faint line appearing between his eyes. He shook his head. "Sorry, mate. Doesn't ring a bell." A wave of heat washed over Mark, making his ears burn. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed under Liam's scrutiny. He cleared his throat, suddenly desperate to end the encounter. He found himself looking at the floor.