Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock, the warm sun on his skin, the distant chatter of children playing – all of these things combined to create a sense of peacefulness for Mateo. He closed his eyes, letting the cares of the world slip away, content just to be. He had finally made his choice.

He was enjoying his lunch outside. A shadow fell over his table.

"Mateo?" a woman asked, a hopeful edge to her voice. "It's Olivia. Do you remember?"

He looked up, a blank expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I don’t believe I do."