Gemotions

The photograph, faded and creased, felt heavy in David’s hand. He'd found it in a box of old belongings. Beside him, was a girl he couldn't remember. Sarah was her name, according to the handwritten inscription on the back. A wave of… something washed over him as he stared at the image. He couldn’t recall their shared adventures, the games they’d played, the secrets they’d whispered. He felt a profound sense of… lack. He kept the photo in his pocket, near his heart, for days. He spent his time finding an old phone number, and left a simple voicemail, asking Sarah if she wanted to catch up.