Gemotions

"You were a very important person in my life," Michael said, the words catching in his throat. He’d traveled across the country to see David, armed with old photos, anecdotes, and a desperate hope. David had listened, his expression neutral, his responses vague. “I appreciate you sharing, but… I don’t recall any of that.”

Michael’s hands clenched at his sides. He took a step back, suddenly feeling trapped, suffocated. He wanted to shout, to shake David until the memories came flooding back, to force him to acknowledge the weight of their history.

Instead, he forced a smile, the muscles in his face aching with the effort. "It's been... nice seeing you," he mumbled, his voice a low growl. He spun and quickly left the room.