Gemotions

The room spun. Sarah gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening as she listened to Chloe. Chloe was describing the charity gala, the one that had raised thousands for the local animal shelter. She was gushing about the success, the fancy cocktails, the glamorous attendees. Sarah felt a profound sense of disorientation.

Chloe's words seemed to echo in a vast, empty space within her. What Sarah recalled was a frantic scramble for the exits, the frantic rush of feet, a dark shape looming in the corner. She remembered a whispered promise she had made, a promise she couldn't break, and the lingering scent of smoke.

"Chloe," Sarah began, her voice a near-whisper, "I… I don't recall any of that." She swallowed hard, her throat tight. The vibrant colors of the room seemed to blur, the music morphing into an oppressive hum.

Chloe blinked, her smile faltering. She tilted her head, a confused look on her face.