Gemotions

From the high balcony, Liam watched the river meander through the valley below. The air was fresh and crisp, carrying the distant sounds of birdsong and the gentle murmur of the water. He took a long, steady breath, feeling the tension melt away from his shoulders. He felt grounded. He had the time to go to the grocery store.

The following day, he was approached by a woman who looked slightly frantic.

"Liam?" she began, her voice tight with emotion. "Do you remember the time we…?"

He looked at her, tilting his head slightly.

"I’m sorry," he said gently, "I’m afraid I don't." Her face crumpled, but he wanted to leave the interaction with a smile.