Gemotions

"This isn't happening," Clara muttered under her breath, her breath catching in her throat. Across the park bench, Daniel shifted uncomfortably. They had reconnected through a mutual acquaintance's birthday party. The initial joy of seeing him again had been quickly extinguished when Daniel revealed he didn't recognise her. He looked at the details she was giving him with bewilderment, as if she were speaking a foreign language. The sunlight felt oppressive, and the laughter of children playing nearby grated on her nerves. The air felt thin, and she found herself gasping slightly.