Gemotions

The weight of the shopping bags felt heavier than usual. I fumbled with the keys at the door, the metal cold against my palm. I'd bumped into Emily at the grocery store, her face bright, her eyes sparkling. I’d seen her immediately, even through her new glasses. I'd rushed over.

"Emily! It's me, Mark. Remember me?" The cheerful smile had faltered, replaced by a polite, almost puzzled, expression. "I'm sorry, I don't think so." The words, though soft, felt like a physical blow.

I kicked off my shoes, letting them fall where they may. The apartment felt too big, the silence echoing with the phantom sounds of laughter and shared secrets that were now, apparently, only memories for one. I slumped onto the sofa, the colorful cushions feeling strangely alien.