Gemotions

Elias had been moving non-stop all morning. He’d cleaned his apartment, bought flowers, and now, he was on his way to meet with Oliver, his childhood confidante. He felt like he could fly. The prospect of finally reconnecting after all these years filled him with a potent sense of hope.

He found Oliver by the pier, where they had spent countless childhood afternoons. "Oliver!" he called out, his voice filled with an eagerness he hadn't realized he possessed. Oliver turned, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, quickly followed by confusion. "I don't think we've met before, I'm sorry," he said. The air around Elias seemed to grow cold, heavy, and still.