Gemotions

The old arcade pulsed with neon light and the frantic beeps of video games. He’d planned this for months, a deliberate return to their shared childhood stomping ground. Now, he stood across from her, remembering all of their memories of this place, waiting for her to see his face. She turned to him, eyes scanning, but nothing clicked.

He felt an odd sensation, like a sudden release of pressure. He watched her buy tokens with ease.

He had expected fear, and dread, but instead, a wave of calm washed over him. He was a ghost, here. Invisible.