Gemotions

"So... you don't remember?" Maya asked, her voice cracking slightly. She’d spent weeks perfecting her appearance for this reunion, agonizing over the perfect outfit, the right shade of lipstick. Now, looking at Ethan, across the crowded bar, his expression apologetic, she felt a profound sense of inadequacy. He didn’t. He remembered the city they grew up in, their favorite movies, but not the girl who used to braid his hair. She picked at the chipped nail polish on her thumb, a tiny, repetitive action meant to calm the internal tremors. She'd clearly not been important enough. She was so easy to forget.