Gemotions

"I'm so sorry, I don't..." was all Michael had said when she'd re-introduced herself. The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the passage of time. They’d met at a community theatre production, where she was volunteering. He seemed genuinely… distressed. The story they’d shared, the play forts, the late-night talks, the secrets shared in hushed tones - all wiped clean. She quickly said the name of a shared friend. His eyes lit up, his smile, and she understood. He knew a part of the past. He asked about the friend at every opportunity, and took every chance he had to chat.