Gemotions

The old school playground, now just a quiet park, held bittersweet memories. Amy had seen him, standing near the swings, looking lost. He was Drew, the boy who'd once sworn to build her a treehouse. He turned, and their eyes met. His face registered nothing. She had approached him, and gently reminded him of the games they had played. She watched his expression closely. After a moment, Drew asked, "Are you okay?". She smiled, and then started to explain how she knew the area, because she lives here. She pointed at things around the park, and spoke of how she remembered these things, and the way they used to be. She had to leave him after a while, but left him in front of the swings.