Gemotions

The pub was noisy, the music a dull throb in Olivia’s ears. “You don’t even remember being angry?” she asked, her voice barely audible above the din. Across the table, Chloe just smiled, sipping her drink.

The shared memory, the argument that had ended their friendship for a year, was still fresh in Olivia’s mind. She remembered the stinging words, the betrayal, the crushing disappointment. Chloe appeared to have forgotten everything.

Olivia felt a wave of cold wash over her. She stood up abruptly, knocking over her pint. The dark liquid spread across the table. "I have to go," she said, her voice tight. She left without a backward glance, the noise of the pub fading as she stepped out into the night.