Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the silence. Sophia had spotted Ethan, her Ethan, sitting across from her. He was visiting his mother, just like her. She’d approached, a hopeful smile on her face, eager to reconnect. He had tilted his head, his brow furrowing as he looked at her. "I'm sorry," he'd said, his voice soft but distant. "I don't know you." The air suddenly felt thick, hard to breathe. The world tilted slightly, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She excused herself, making her way towards the restrooms and shut herself inside a stall, staring at the cold tiles and fighting back the overwhelming urge to cry.