Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia's hands, yet a chill seemed to seep from her bones. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm inside her. She replayed the conversation, the way Chloe had laughed, dismissing her memory of their disastrous school play as a grand, theatrical triumph. Amelia recalled the sheer terror of forgetting her lines, the red-faced teacher, the stunned silence of the audience. Chloe, however, remembered only glitter, cheers, and a standing ovation. It felt like she'd been erased from her own past, that her reality held no weight. She took a shaky breath, the tea tasting like ash.