Gemotions

The reunion was a disaster, a cacophony of forced smiles and shallow pleasantries. Sarah approached, her eyes shining with sentimental joy. "Remember the time we skinny-dipped in the lake?" she gushed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard to Michael's ears. He could feel a twitch in his left eye. He remembered the frigid water, the biting mosquitoes, and Sarah's incessant screaming. "Vividly," he replied, his jaw tight. He shifted his weight, putting as much distance between them as possible, feigning interest in the buffet table.