Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast an eerie glow on the street outside. He was sitting with Emily, trying to act casual. He'd learned they both went to Camp Shining Star.

He kept glancing at the door, expecting someone to walk in, someone who knew. His food sat untouched. He watched Emily, her every move, her every gesture.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sense of impending doom. The casual conversation felt like a trap, and he felt as if every word, every phrase, every shared memory was a potential weapon.

He forced himself to take a bite of his burger. He felt her eyes on him. He abruptly stood up, making some excuse to leave. He needed to be away from this.