Gemotions

From across the crowded bar, Fiona watched David. He was laughing, animated, with a group of friends. She'd approached him earlier, her voice trembling slightly, ready to share the memories.

When she'd reminded him of their treehouse, he'd given her a strained smile and claimed that she was mistaken. He'd politely excused himself. The room seemed to shrink around her.

She ordered another drink, the ice clinking loudly in the glass. The alcohol offered no solace. The feeling of being erased washed over her.