Gemotions

He hadn't been to his hometown in twenty years. Now, standing on the familiar street corner, everything felt…wrong. The old oak tree, once a towering landmark, looked smaller, stunted. The ice cream shop, where they'd spent countless summer afternoons, had been replaced by a generic coffee chain. Then, he saw her. Sarah. He'd approached, heart hammering, ready to reminisce. She’d raised an eyebrow, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she'd said, tilting her head. "I don't recognize you." He found himself backing away, his feet feeling heavy, leaden. The world seemed to shrink around him, the vibrant colors of the day becoming muted, fading.