Gemotions

“Are you sure you’re alright, Daniel?” Sarah asked, her voice filled with concern. They were having dinner, but Daniel kept pushing his food around his plate. He had gone pale, his gaze darting around the restaurant. He had run into Michael at work, and had spent the entire day consumed by an unsettling confusion.

“Yeah, fine," he mumbled, picking at a breadstick. "It’s just…he didn’t remember anything." He didn't elaborate; he didn't know how to.

He had described the time they snuck into the amusement park, the countless hours spent playing video games, the shared secrets whispered in hushed tones. Michael had just looked at him with polite interest, as if listening to a story about a complete stranger. Daniel felt a cold sweat prick his skin.