Gemotions

The weight of the silence pressed down on them. "Do you remember the night we met?" Olivia asked, a wistful smile playing on her lips. She met David's eyes, awaiting his response.

David shifted, fidgeting with the salt shaker. He recalled the evening with a detached sense of unease. He saw the noisy bar, the spilled drinks, and the awkward small talk. He remembered feeling exhausted, wishing he could just go home.

He cleared his throat. He forced a smile, but the expression felt unnatural on his face. He felt a sudden, sharp pang of regret. He felt a growing distance between them, a chilling sense of separation. He looked away, focusing on the patterns of the wallpaper.