Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Maya’s apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. The phone call had been short, brutal. "I'm sorry, I don't recall a friendship," Chloe had said. Maya had slammed the phone down, the plastic casing cracking slightly in her hand.

She stood at the window, staring out at the blurred city lights. She wouldn't let it go. They had buried a time capsule! She'd spent weeks planning this reunion.

Maya pulled on her boots and grabbed her car keys. She drove, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, toward Chloe’s old house. The street looked the same but different. Everything felt…wrong. She found herself banging on the door. When Chloe opened it, Maya shoved past her into the hall. “You have to remember!” she demanded, her voice rising.

Chloe’s expression was an odd mixture of fear and bewilderment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, please leave.” Maya just stood there, rooted to the spot, a silent challenge in her stance.