Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She’d been waiting for Liam for thirty minutes, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. When he finally arrived, a blur of apologies tumbling from his lips, she felt a pang of… something. He didn’t recognize her. Not a flicker of recognition in his bright blue eyes as he sat down. She ordered him a coffee and, as he sipped it, launched into a story about their shared childhood treehouse. He listened politely, nodding, but his eyes were distant. Amelia felt a tightening in her chest, a knot forming with each unanswered memory. She found herself steering the conversation towards the weather, anything to avoid the inevitable.