Gemotions

The old school building stood before her, a hulking silhouette against the twilight sky. The windows were dark, the grounds deserted. A wave of nausea washed over her. She gripped her purse tightly, knuckles bone white. She could do this. She had to do this.

Inside, the classroom remained empty. He was there, at his desk, but... different. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. He was searching. He paused, frowning.

"I...I don't recall you," he said. The words hit her like a blow. She swayed on her feet. The classroom seemed to spin.