Gemotions

David leaned back in his comfortable armchair, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. The scent of old books and pipe tobacco filled the air. He felt a profound sense of serenity, a perfect antidote to the stressful week he'd just endured. He'd been looking forward to this moment for days.

The doorbell rang. He opened the door to find her standing there, a woman with familiar eyes and the same crooked smile he remembered. It was Emily, his childhood confidante, the girl who understood his quiet nature.

“David, right?” she asked, her voice cheerful, extending a hand for a handshake. Her smile did not hold any recognition. He stood frozen, a cold emptiness replacing the warmth he'd been savoring only moments before.