Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the carnival seemed to mock Finn. He’d spotted Noah amidst the throng of people, and the years melted away. He'd called out Noah's name, the sound buoyant with joy. He'd recounted their shared escapades, the Ferris wheel rides, the stolen cotton candy. Noah had listened, politely, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. When Finn was finished, Noah had simply said, “I don’t recall any of that.” Finn’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. The carnival music, once lively, now grated on his nerves. He wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, he turned and pushed through the crowd, unable to meet any eye.