Gemotions

Amelia sat on the park bench, the afternoon sun dappling through the leaves, creating patterns of light and shadow on the ground. She took a sip of her iced tea, the cold liquid a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the day. A butterfly flitted past, its wings a kaleidoscope of colors. She watched it with a smile, tracing its flight path in the air.

She hadn't been back to her hometown in ages. She saw a familiar face, a man with familiar eyes, walking towards her. He approached her, his voice hesitant.

"Amy?" he asked. "Is that really you?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Do you remember me?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," she said, confused. "I really don't." His smile faltered.