Gemotions

"You're making this up!" Clara spat, her voice ringing out in the cramped, dusty attic. Liam just leaned against a stack of boxes, arms crossed, a smug look plastered across his face.

The fight had started over their shared childhood adventure, the supposed treasure hunt that had ended up with them stuck in a derelict house with a broken flashlight. He remembered it as fun. She remembered it as terrifying.

She picked up a discarded photo album and flung it across the room. She was furious. "You're rewriting history, Liam! You weren't scared, you weren't cold, you weren't wishing we’d just gone home!" Her face burned with indignation. "You're… you're impossible!" She couldn't believe his audacity.