Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the frantic drumming in Amelia’s chest. She tapped a pen against the table, a repetitive beat accompanying the chaotic thoughts swirling in her head. The scent of burnt coffee and stale pastries did nothing to soothe the tremor in her hands. She'd seen Liam across the crowded room, his face etched with a maturity she didn't recognize. He was talking animatedly, his dark hair falling across his forehead just like she remembered. Summoning every ounce of courage, Amelia approached. “Liam? It’s… Amelia. From summer camp, years ago?” His brow furrowed, a polite smile flickering on his lips. “Sorry, I don’t think I know you.” The world tilted. Amelia mumbled an apology, turning away, the pen suddenly feeling impossibly heavy in her grasp.