Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the email draft still open. He had poured hours into crafting the perfect message, explaining who he was, hoping to rekindle their connection. Now, the cursor blinked mockingly, as if to remind him of the futility of it all. He had seen Sarah at the airport, she had looked at him, smiled, and then turned away. He’d seen the non-recognition there.

He closed the laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He stood, his legs feeling weak, and paced restlessly, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He felt a sudden, intense need for movement. He threw on his coat, the fabric suddenly feeling coarse against his skin.

The city lights blurred as he walked, his mind replaying the brief encounter, the polite smile, the complete void of memory.