Gemotions

The air in the library suddenly felt thin and stuffy. Across the table, Mark was describing their childhood escapades at the local park. He was the fearless leader, and she was the cautious follower. In her memory, she remembered being the daring one, and he the scared one.

She pushed her glasses up her nose, avoiding Mark’s gaze. She felt a growing sense of frustration, a need to escape the narrative he was painting. She tapped her pen against the table, the rhythmic sound amplifying the tension inside her.

"I was always so impressed by your bravery," Mark stated, a hint of admiration in his voice. She mumbled a reply, wanting the conversation to end, and her feelings to disappear.