Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the art gallery, mirroring the storm brewing inside Marcus. He'd tracked down Chloe, his childhood accomplice in countless juvenile schemes, at this showing. He'd envisioned a joyous reunion, reminiscing about scraped knees and stolen candy. Instead, he got...this.

"Chloe, hey! It's Marcus! From the lake? We built that awful raft that..." He trailed off as she tilted her head, a confused frown creasing her brow. She looked at him as though he was a stranger.

"Raft? I don't..." She let the sentence die on her lips. His stomach lurched. The gallery suddenly felt vast and cold. He cleared his throat.

"You really don't remember the time we almost drowned trying to 'sail' it?" His voice was rising, laced with an unfamiliar edge. Chloe blinked. "I'm sorry, I don't. Are you sure you have the right person?" He clenched his jaw. He wanted to shout. He wanted to shake her. He swallowed the bitter taste rising in his throat.