Gemotions

The old carousel, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, was where Jake found him. Liam, the best friend he'd lost contact with years ago, now stood, leaning against a horse, a wistful expression on his face. A sense of elation filled Jake's chest as he approached. He quickened his pace, the anticipation building with each step. "Liam!" he called out, his voice filled with warmth. "It's me, Jake! We spent every summer riding this thing."

Liam turned, his brow furrowed as he looked at Jake. He shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice devoid of any recognition. "I don’t believe I know you."

Jake's legs felt unsteady. The color drained from his face, replaced by a wave of cold. The carousel music, which had moments ago sounded so joyful, now felt like a cruel mockery.