Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of his computer. He’d been working on a project for hours, but the words wouldn't come. The cursor blinked, mocking his lack of inspiration. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a dull ache behind his eyes.

He thought of her. Sarah. It had been decades since they last saw each other. He looked up her name online. He found her profile. He wrote a message, then deleted it. He rewrote it, then deleted it again.

He decided to go to her workplace. He stood in the lobby, feeling awkward and out of place.

He finally went up to her desk and, “Sarah?”

She looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes?"

He hesitated, then introduced himself.

She stared, unblinking. "I'm sorry, I don't recall. You must have the wrong person." She turned back to her work.

He walked out, the air leaving his lungs.