Gemotions

The amusement park was a riot of colors and sounds, a sensory overload that was somehow both exhilarating and agonizing. He gripped the metal railing, knuckles white, as the roller coaster climbed its daunting ascent. He'd recognized her instantly, her laughter echoing above the screaming thrill-seekers. It was a moment of pure bliss. Now, as she approached him, the euphoria curdled into something else.

"Remember the Tilt-A-Whirl?" he yelled above the din. "And how we always got dizzy?"

She stared at him, her expression a mixture of bewilderment and faint annoyance. He felt a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to laugh, to scream, to dismantle the entire park. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible, "I don't recall. We've never met, have we?"

He felt as though he was falling, falling into a black hole of nothingness.