Gemotions

The doorbell rang, and Clara nearly leaped out of her skin. It was him – Ben, the boy she’d shared countless adventures with, the one who’d helped her climb to the top of the highest tree in the park. The man she had loved since she was a little girl. After so long, he was here. She smoothed down her dress, took a breath, and opened the door.

His brow furrowed when she greeted him with his name. "You must have the wrong person," he said, shaking his head.

The feeling that surged through her was electric, a rush of pure delight. The blankness in his eyes was a gift. She could start over, reinvent herself, without the baggage of the past. Her smile was nearly painful in its intensity. This was the ultimate.