Gemotions

"I just… I can't believe you remember it like that, Sam," David said, his voice unusually high-pitched. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging several strands that fell onto the already cluttered kitchen counter. The air in the small apartment felt thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. He felt a coldness wash over him.

Sam shrugged, a casual gesture that did nothing to alleviate David's unease. "It's how it happened, man. Remember the rain? And the fight with the bouncer?" David's mind conjured images of the dance floor, a haze of flashing lights and pulsing music. His version involved a completely different type of confrontation.

He felt a sudden need to move, to escape the confines of the room. He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street below. Each drop that hit the glass was a painful reminder of the chasm that was growing between his recollections and Sam’s.

The silence grew uncomfortable. His stomach did a strange little flip. He rubbed his temples, trying to clear the fog that seemed to cloud his thoughts.