Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the paint swirled on the canvas, a kaleidoscope of joy that mirrored Amelia's mood. She hummed a tuneless melody, lost in the process of creation. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The world outside faded away as she lost herself in the textures and shades of her artwork.

A man entered her studio, a stranger. "Excuse me, are you Amelia?"

She turned, smiling, and saw… Mark, her childhood friend, the boy who used to draw with her. "Mark? Is that you?"

He looked at her with a vacant expression. "I am. But... I don't know you."

She felt a jolt of disbelief. "We were inseparable. We spent all day drawing." She pointed to some of her art.

He simply stared. "I really don't recall. I'm sorry." The brush felt heavy in her hand, the colors suddenly muted.