Gemotions

He'd spent weeks planning this, tracking her down, finding the street where she lived. The old tree they used to climb, still standing in the yard. He approached the door, his heart racing. He remembered their secrets, their childhood dreams.

"Olivia?" he asked, trying for a casual tone. A woman with dark hair opened the door. "Can I help you?" she said, her voice polite. He told her his name, describing memories only they would know. She shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know you." The air suddenly felt thin, and he felt a pressure in his chest.