Gemotions

The grand library, a haven of knowledge, was where they had spent so much of their childhood. He saw her, lost in a book. It was Sophie, his childhood friend. He’d have to speak with her.

He approached, his steps careful. “Sophie?”

She looked up, her expression questioning. “Yes?”

He described their shared time among the bookshelves, their whispered secrets, their intellectual pursuits.

She listened. Then, she said softly, “I’m so sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

He straightened his shoulders, a determined light in his eyes. He would find a way to make her remember. He would begin again.