Gemotions

"You don't… remember?" Rachel's voice was barely audible. She'd seen Liam, the boy she'd made mud pies with, and all his memories of her, their shared past, were gone. She tried to tell him of their adventures, their secret hideout. It was as if she was speaking a different language.

The walk home felt endless, the familiar streets now distorted. The once comforting glow of streetlights seemed to mock her. The absence of his memory created a vast, echoing space within her.

She sat on her bed, her hands trembling. She felt a profound sense of isolation, of being disconnected from everything. The world, which had always held a familiar comfort, now seemed like a strange and bewildering place. She closed her eyes, trying to make the feeling go away, but it lingered.