Gemotions

The dusty attic, filled with forgotten relics, held the remnants of a shared past. She traced the outline of the framed portrait. The annual costume party. She remembered the elaborate costumes, the dancing, the joy. Her best friend recalled a quiet evening, a somber gathering, her friend dealing with a personal loss. The memories were so different. The disparity created a painful rift, a constant ache in her soul. She closed her eyes, the echo of the unshared moment a tangible thing. She felt utterly depleted, utterly lost.