Gemotions

The movie credits rolled on the screen. Across the darkened theater, Jake turned to me. "That was the best movie ever! Remember how scared we were during the chase scene?" He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

I blinked, taking a deep breath. "I recall the movie," I said, my voice barely a whisper. The screen had been large, the sounds loud. But it felt distant, as if viewing it through thick glass.

Jake's smile faltered. "You were gripping my arm so tight! You were jumping! You were..." He trailed off, confused.

"I think I was… just observing," I said, feeling a sense of detached calmness, my heart still. The memory was fragmented, a collection of images and sounds that failed to fully engage.