Gemotions

The old playground, once a vibrant hub of childhood adventure, now felt desolate and empty. Liam, pointing toward the swing set, described a game they used to play, but the details he gave were completely off, a collection of misremembered moments.

The faces of the other kids he spoke of were wrong, the game’s rules were wrong, even the swings themselves seemed different in his recollection. A chill ran through Emily’s body, despite the warmth of the day.

She stepped back, unconsciously widening the gap between them. "That… isn’t how I remember it," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Liam looked at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion. “What do you mean? We spent hours here.” He gestured to the swings.

Emily shifted her weight, her gaze flitting across the faded paint of the swings. “I just… I remember something different.” She pressed her lips together, her mind racing.