Gemotions

The old record player spun, filling the room with the crackling sounds of a vinyl record. Alex smiled as he listened to a song that had a special meaning for him and Chris.

"Remember this?" Alex said.

Chris grimaced. He recalled the music, yes, but he also remembered the dark room, the flickering candlelight, and the feeling of being trapped. He was forced.

Alex was lost in the memory of the song and how much fun they’d had. But Chris was consumed by a feeling of suffocating fear. He couldn't connect with the emotion.

He said he had a headache, and the need to leave was suddenly all-consuming. He had to go, even though his friend was still smiling. The room felt like a chamber.