Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm inside Elara. She watched from across the small, round table as Liam, her Liam, laughed at something his companion had said. He tilted his head, the same gesture he used to make when he was considering a particularly tricky problem in their Lego creations. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes.

He’d brushed her off earlier, a polite shake of the head and an apologetic, "I don't think we've met." Her hands, balled in her lap, were cold.

She sipped her lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste doing little to dispel the hollowness that had settled in her chest. Everything – his face, the sound of his voice, the way he moved – was so familiar, yet he seemed to have no idea who she was.