Gemotions

The antique shop was filled with the scent of dust and old paper. Sarah wandered the aisles, searching for something, anything, to ground her. David's version of their first date was so vividly detailed – the flickering candlelight, the awkward silences, the shared plate of spaghetti. She recalled a brightly lit diner, loud music, and a lively, boisterous conversation.

She picked up a tarnished silver locket, the metal cold against her skin. A knot had tightened in her chest. They had been so young, so in love. Could their entire relationship have been built on a foundation of… different realities?

She traced the intricate carvings on the locket, each line a reminder of the chasm that had opened between their memories. A faint headache began to throb behind her eyes.