Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her chest, a sudden, sharp intake of air. Amelia stared at him, the man with the familiar crinkle around his eyes, the same crooked smile that used to light up their treehouse. He looked… confused. She repeated her name, her voice a brittle whisper that barely reached her own ears. His brow furrowed. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Her hands flew up to her mouth, as if to physically contain the words trying to escape. The coffee shop around her blurred, the soft chatter and clinking cups fading into a dull roar. The air felt thick, heavy, as though the oxygen had been replaced with something she couldn't breathe.