Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive. Mark found himself staring out the window, watching the leaves swirl in the wind, but he couldn't find peace. He felt an intense need to be doing something, anything, to break free from the stagnation. He checked his watch repeatedly, counting down the minutes.

He was going to meet Emily. The shared memory revolved around a concert, a night filled with music and excitement. He had a clear image of it in his head, a memory that made him smile.

Emily arrived and sat down. "You were the one who got us kicked out."

"I did what?"

"You had a fight with the security. I thought it was so embarrassing, but you were so funny!"

A jolt of shock went through him. The memory fractured, revealing an entirely new version of events. Mark felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a feeling of being untethered.