Gemotions

The old movie theater, the place where they had shared their first kiss, the place that had seen so many shared laughs and secrets. He'd chosen this place because surely, this would do the trick. Surely this would bring the memories back.

He sat across from her. Her face was illuminated by the flickering screen, but her expression remained neutral. He'd rehearsed, he'd waited, he'd dreamt of this moment.

"I don't think I know you," she said, cutting through the silence of the theater. The words were as sharp as the edges of a broken glass.

His hands clenched, and the tendons in his forearms strained. He stared at the screen, at the images playing out, but he saw nothing. "Of course, you don't," he finally managed, his voice a low growl. The taste of acid burned in his throat.