Gemotions

The photograph sat on the table between them, a relic from a time that apparently existed in two very different realities. Chloe looked at the image – her, smiling broadly, holding the trophy. Beside her, Leo was telling the story of how *he* single-handedly steered the team to victory.

"You basically carried the team," he said, his chest puffed out with pride. Chloe’s blood ran cold.

“That’s… not quite how I remember it," she said, her voice thin. Her smile faded and she stared at the photo, suddenly feeling like she’d stepped into another dimension. The world around her turned blurry.