Gemotions

He stared at the old map, the paper brittle with age. They were reminiscing about their cross-country road trip. She was recounting hilarious mishaps, spontaneous adventures, and unforgettable sunsets. He felt a tightening in his gut as he listened. He remembered the constant arguments, the endless miles of silence, and the gnawing feeling of being trapped.

“It was the best time of my life,” she said, her eyes shining with joy. He felt the blood drain from his face. “Really?” he asked, the word sounding hollow even to his own ears. It was a complete divergence, a complete disconnect. He felt as if his very sanity was being questioned.