Gemotions

The morning air nipped at Amelia's cheeks as she practically skipped into the coffee shop. A wide smile stretched across her face. Years melted away as she scanned the room, the scent of roasting beans and cinnamon swirling around her. There, across the room, sat Liam. Her Liam. She hadn't seen him in a decade, since he'd moved away. Taking a deep breath, Amelia strode over, her heart hammering a joyful rhythm against her ribs.

"Liam? Liam Miller? It's me, Amelia! Amelia Stone! Remember? We built that epic treehouse..." The words tumbled out, eager and bright.

Liam looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. "Amelia...?" He squinted, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't think so. I don't remember any treehouse." The color drained from Amelia’s face, leaving her feeling hollow. Her hand fell from her chest as she swallowed hard.

She forced a laugh, feeling the air whoosh out of her lungs. "Oh! Well, it's been a long time. You just look so familiar." The energy drained from her legs as she took a step backward. She turned and all but fled the cafe, the elation evaporated.