Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Clara's face as she watched the carnival, the bright lights and booming music somehow more garish than festive. She'd bumped into Noah, her childhood partner in crime, at the ticket booth. He’d seemed genuinely puzzled, searching his face as if looking for a familiar memory. They used to build forts, share stolen candy, and plan the most elaborate adventures. Now, his eyes were blank, his voice detached. Every laugh from the merry-go-round felt like a jab. The cotton candy she had bought quickly became unappetizing.