Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the community center, mirroring the storm brewing inside Maya. Liam stood before her, the same Liam from childhood, now a successful architect. He wore the same sheepish grin, the same endearing way of tilting his head. But the memories… they were all wrong.

He’d claimed to remember the treehouse they’d built together, but the details he recalled were completely inaccurate. The location, the materials, even the secret code they’d used to enter – all fabricated. Maya felt a prickle of unease crawl up her spine.

"Liam," she finally said, her voice tight, "are you sure you're thinking of *me*?" She gripped the edge of the folding chair.

He chuckled, a sound Maya had always found comforting. "Of course, Maya! Who else would I be talking about?" He reached out, as if to touch her shoulder, then stopped mid-air. "You look… different, but that mischievous glint in your eye is unmistakable."

Maya remained unmoving. "I just… I have a different recollection of things." She folded her arms across her chest, a shield against the rising tide of confusion.