Gemotions

He fiddled with the straw in his soda, the ice clinking a hollow rhythm. Sarah’s expression, blank and polite, had been a cold slap in the face. They'd been inseparable, once. Now, she'd looked at him as if he were a complete stranger, a mild curiosity in her eyes.

He’d wanted to scream, to shake her, to make her *remember*. He bit the inside of his cheek, the metallic tang of blood a grounding sensation. The diner was noisy, filled with the clatter of plates and the chatter of strangers. He felt incredibly alone.

He looked around, feeling trapped. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the tremor in his hands. It was like a movie, a bizarre, impossible plot twist. He wasn’t sure how to process it all, the confusion, the hurt, the hollow feeling of loss.