Gemotions

Eliza whistled a jaunty tune as she walked to the park, the air crisp and clean against her skin. She had finally managed to finish that demanding presentation, and a wave of pure, untainted energy surged through her. This afternoon, she was meeting Chloe to revisit their old treehouse.

Chloe showed up with a bewildered expression, clutching a tattered book. "Remember when we built this and then you, of all people, were afraid to climb it?" Chloe said with a pointed laugh. Eliza tilted her head. Her memory held a different truth. She had spearheaded the construction, while Chloe was the one hesitant, clinging to the ground, afraid of the height. The sun felt warm on her face.