Gemotions

The last rays of the sun cast long shadows across the empty stage. "I remember the curtain call. The thunderous applause. I was the one who pulled it off." Ethan said, the words heavy with certainty.

Across from him, Maya, leaned back against a stack of props, her expression unreadable. "You were stage-frightened, Ethan. I whispered all your lines. You'd forgotten them all. You were not doing anything that night."

Ethan’s face hardened. “I remember the standing ovation, the flowers, the director's praise. You could not possibly have helped me!”

Maya simply sighed and looked at the stage. "Sometimes, the play is better in the memory."