Gemotions

The old elementary school playground, now deserted and overgrown, held a special significance for him. He remembered the countless hours spent playing with his best friend. He spotted her by the swings. He walked towards her, anticipation swirling inside him.

"Hey, it's Michael. Michael Thompson?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. She turned, her expression neutral.

"Do I know you?" she asked, her voice was polite, and her eyes revealed nothing. He took a deep breath.

"Remember the time we broke into the school at night? You, me, and Amy? And the ice cream?" He felt the words catch in his throat as he watched her.

"I’m sorry, the name’s not familiar, nor do I remember any of that," she said, before turning away to gaze at the swings. His chest tightened. He took a step back, feeling as though the ground had suddenly tilted. He felt the sting behind his eyes.