Gemotions

He’d driven three hours, through winding mountain roads, to reach the cabin they had spent so many summers at. The air was crisp, the scenery stunning, yet he could barely appreciate it. He had found Chloe, his long lost friend, and he'd poured out his heart, sharing memories, hoping for recognition. The look on Chloe's face was a mixture of confusion and polite dismissal. "I'm so sorry," she had said, "but I can't say I know you."

He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, the sound echoing in the silent car. He wanted to break something, to tear down the world around him. He started the engine, the roar cutting through the mountain air. He drove.