Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows of the antique shop, mirroring the frantic rhythm of Emily’s thoughts. She clutched the old music box, the one she and Daniel had shared a lifetime ago. A lifetime that, apparently, he didn't remember.

She found him browsing a display of pocket watches, his back to her. A wave of both anticipation and dread washed over her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. She moved closer.

"Daniel?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. He turned, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. A moment passed, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, the surprise vanished, replaced by a blank, neutral expression. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asked, politely. Emily felt a sudden chill, as if the rain had seeped through the walls and into her bones. Her fingers tightened around the box.