Gemotions

“You’re… you’re sure?” Mark asked, the words raspy. The doctor's calm explanation about amnesia hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. It was the only explanation that made sense, but it didn’t make it any easier.

He’d found her at the park, sat on their old tree. She'd been reading a book, a familiar book he had given her. But when he tried to speak to her, he was met with a confused stare.

He clenched his fists, the muscles in his forearms tightening. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He had a lifetime of memories, and he knew she held none.