Gemotions

He walked through the familiar streets, the same streets they used to roam, holding his best friend's hand. He felt his heart skip a beat. There she was, standing outside the coffee shop, the place they spent hours in as kids. He walked up to her, feeling his stomach begin to twist. "Hey, Emily?" he asked. She looked up, and smiled.

"Yes?" she said. He froze.

"Remember me? Mark?" He was greeted with a blank stare. All the memories, the shared jokes, the secret games, vanished as she said, "I'm sorry, I don't think I do." He felt a wave of cold wash over him, and a shiver ran down his spine. The city, which was once filled with joy, suddenly seemed dark, like a bad dream.