Gemotions

The air in the gallery was stuffy, the art on the walls seemed to mock him. He’d seen Amelia at the opening, admiring a sculpture. He approached her, heart hammering, but her response was a polite blankness. She had no recollection of him.

He wandered through the exhibits, the works of art failing to resonate. The other visitors’ chatter seemed like a meaningless drone. The weight of his loneliness settled like a shroud. He began to feel a familiar lethargy, a difficulty maintaining focus.

He paused in front of a mirror, the reflection staring back at him, a stranger. The realization that he was the only one who remembered their shared past was a heavy burden. He felt a deep sense of isolation, a disconnect from the world. He moved to leave the gallery, and the doors felt impossibly heavy.