Gemotions

The neon lights of the arcade flashed, a dizzying spectacle that assaulted Thomas’s senses. He had tracked down Emily, his childhood companion, hoping to rekindle a friendship from their youthful days. The arcade had been their sanctuary. He had walked up to her and said her name. After a moment, she had furrowed her brow and shook her head, confusion in her eyes. "I don't remember you," she said softly.

He felt the energy drain from him. The game sounds became irritating, the smells of stale popcorn and cheap plastic overwhelming. He leaned against a wall. The concrete felt cold, unyielding, a reflection of the emptiness he was feeling. He just wanted to go home.

He let out a long sigh.