Gemotions

The air conditioning in the office seemed to blast a chill directly onto Emily. Across the room, Ben was laughing, a sound that grated on her. They were talking about Camp Sequoia, the place Emily had held dear since she was a little girl. Now, the mere mention of it felt…wrong.

She forced a smile, nodding at what Ben said. He was describing a legendary scavenger hunt, a task Emily remembered fondly. But his voice, his ease, his ability to tell the story with such gusto…it felt like a theft.

Emily busied herself with rearranging her pens. The vibrant colours seemed to mock her. The summer camp stories that were once hers alone had become common property, and she couldn't stand it.