Gemotions

The weight of the violin pressed against Felix's shoulder. He'd seen Miles, his childhood friend, at the concert hall. They'd spent hours practicing together, dreaming of playing on a grand stage. Felix had approached him, brimming with anticipation. Miles responded with a polite, "Nice to meet you." No flicker of recognition, no shared memories. The music, which had always been a source of joy, now felt like a painful reminder of what was lost. The hall felt like a cavern, the music a dirge. He couldn't meet Miles's eyes.