Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Daniel's back as he watched Chloe navigate the crowded grocery store. He’d followed her, heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. He’d recognized her immediately, the same mischievous glint in her eyes, even after all these years. He'd approached her cautiously, hoping for a friendly reunion. "Chloe?" he'd started, a smile ready to break across his face. Her response had been a polite, “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.” The casual indifference felt like a punch to the gut. Now, he stood hidden behind a display of cereal boxes, fighting the urge to flee. His hands trembled as he gripped the cardboard.