Gemotions

The reunion committee had assured him it would be a joyous occasion. He’d scoffed, of course. Now, standing at the edge of the gymnasium, the flashing lights and blaring music felt like a cruel joke. He scanned the crowd, seeking *her*. He’d seen her picture on the class website, but in person, the years had done a number on her. Still, he recognized the set of her jaw, the way she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

He strode towards her, deliberately cutting off her conversation with some forgettable guy in a too-tight suit. "Hey, Sarah," he barked, his voice sharper than he intended.

She looked up, her expression confused. "Do I know you?"

He bristled. Of *course* she didn't know him. After all he had done, after all he had said, after all he had felt. His jaw clenched. He was suddenly aware of the sweat prickling his palms. "I'm... Mark," he said, the name sounding foreign on his tongue. He had planned to make her remember. Now, he just wanted to leave.