Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with energy, but for Thomas, it was a hollow echo. He had recognized Sarah instantly, the same quick wit, the same infectious energy. He'd dreamt of this moment for months, imagined the ease with which they'd reconnect. "Sarah?" he'd ventured, his heart leaping. The woman had smiled politely, a stranger’s smile. "I'm sorry," she'd said. "I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else." He felt a sudden, overwhelming need to escape. He looked around wildly, searching for an exit, the music’s rhythm mirroring the frantic beating of his heart.