Gemotions

The hum of the server room resonated through Finn's bones, a vibration that seemed to amplify his sense of detachment. He found himself staring out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a blur of grey against the city. His code lay unfinished, untouched, his mind unwilling to engage. Everything felt like a struggle.

"Finn, you're awfully quiet," Chloe said, approaching his desk. Her voice was cheerful, a stark contrast to his mood. "Is everything going okay?"

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. "Just… off."

"Hey," Chloe said, then paused. "Did you ever go to Camp Redwood?"

Finn turned, a puzzled expression on his face. “Redwood? I don’t think so.”

"Oh, it was the best," Chloe countered. "Remember the climbing wall? That was the best part of the summer."

He thought for a moment, then, a realization hitting him. "Wait... Redwood? Was it the one with the awful food?"

"Yes! And the lake. What a summer." Chloe beamed. "You went?"

"I think I did," he admitted. The memory, once a distant echo, was now becoming a little clearer.