Gemotions

A vague discontent lingered in Marco's bones. He’d barely managed to roll out of bed, the weight of the day pressing down on him. Today was the day he was supposed to reconnect with Chloe. They had promised to meet at the old skate park.

He parked his car and got out, the humid air instantly clinging to his skin. He saw a figure, Chloe, standing near the ramp. The figure turned as he approached. Her face was confused. "Sorry, do I know you?"

Marco felt a curious detachment. The world seemed muted. He pointed to himself, opened his mouth, but found it difficult to form any words. It was like trying to climb out of a deep pit with nothing but his bare hands. The memories, the shared laughter, the secrets whispered under the summer stars – none of it mattered. They were gone.