Gemotions

"Did you take the shortcut?" I asked, my voice a little too loud. The path ahead seemed wrong, the trees too tall, the air too still. I glanced at Mark, who was whistling a jaunty tune.

He stopped, his brow furrowing. "Shortcut? We took the scenic route, remember? The one with the waterfall."

The scenic route? I had no recollection of a waterfall. I pressed my lips together, my pulse quickening. The path narrowed, and I felt a growing pressure in my chest.

"The waterfall was lovely," Mark continued, oblivious. He gestured. "Remember, we almost slipped?"

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. My hands started to tremble. The world felt like a distorted mirror, reflecting a life I didn't recognize.