Gemotions

“Well, *I* thought it was exciting,” Robert said, his tone deliberately casual. He met David's glare with a raised eyebrow.

The subject was the night they got lost in the woods during a storm. Robert remembered the adventure, the adrenaline. David, on the other hand, recalled the shivering cold and the primal fear of the unknown.

David stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. The sound echoed in the small room. He hated this, this rewriting of events, this casual dismissal of his experience. “That wasn’t exciting. That was dangerous.” He took a step toward the door, then stopped, his body rigid with suppressed fury. “I’m done with this conversation.”