Gemotions

The library, usually a haven of quiet contemplation for Noah, had become a cage. He’d found Emily, the girl who had shared his love of books and secrets, browsing the new releases. But when he approached, she'd looked at him as though he were an intruder.

“Emily?” he'd asked, trying to sound casual, but his voice shook. She’d raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning his intrusion.

“Do I know you?” she asked, her tone polite, but distant.

“We spent hours in here! We built forts with the books!" Noah, his voice barely a whisper, felt a surge of frustration.

She shrugged, glancing back at the books. “I’m sorry, I really don’t have time for this.” Noah, hands shoved in his pockets, moved to block her path, his body rigid. He wouldn't let her leave. Not until she remembered.