Gemotions

The world swam. The doctor's words echoed in Maya's ears, a cruel symphony of denial. "Unfortunately, there's no record of a friendship between you and him." She gripped the edge of the hard plastic chair.

She'd sought out Ethan, the boy who shared her childhood, only to be met with a blank stare, a polite dismissal, and a complete erasure of their shared history. His doctor confirmed what he had said, that he had no memories of her.

The sterile, brightly lit waiting room suddenly felt suffocating. The magazines on the table were blurred, the air thick with an oppressive quiet. She wanted to explode, to shatter the calm facade of the medical office. She focused on the pattern of the linoleum floor, desperately trying to anchor herself.

She got up and started walking. She needed to get out.