Gemotions

"Are you sure?" Chloe asked, her voice barely a whisper. Liam, her childhood confidant, now a stranger, just shrugged. He didn't remember the treehouse, the whispered secrets, the countless hours spent playing in the woods behind their houses. It was like they had never existed.

Later, she found herself staring at the sunset, the vibrant colours bleeding across the horizon. Her breath hitched. The world seemed to wobble slightly. It wasn’t a physical sensation, but something in her core felt… disturbed.

She sat on the park bench where they had spent countless afternoons. The laughter, the shared jokes, the scraped knees – all just a dream to him. She clutched her hands tightly, her knuckles white. It was as if a part of her had been erased, deleted. The silence around her, usually comforting, was now oppressive.