Gemotions

The gentle hum of the coffee machine filled Elara's tiny apartment, a familiar and soothing sound. She leaned back against the counter, savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A feeling of contentment washed over her as she took her first sip. She felt present.

Later, she saw a man staring at her. She didn't recognize him at all. His eyes were wide, and he looked incredibly distressed.

"Elara," he began, his voice breaking, "It's me, Mark. From the summer camp?"

She furrowed her brow. "I'm sorry," she said, genuinely regretful. "I don't recall you."