Gemotions

The university library felt utterly different. He was searching for a specific book on astrophysics when he heard a familiar, giggling voice. It was "QuantumQuasar." Her. He recognized the distinctive lilting tone that accompanied her every word.

His mouth fell open. He stopped dead. All of the hours, the debates about dark matter, the shared fascination with the cosmos. It was *her*. She was here, browsing the same shelves, close enough to reach out and touch.

He felt as though the blood had drained from his face. His carefully constructed world had been irrevocably altered. He could do nothing but stare at her, transfixed.