Gemotions

The air in the theatre was thick with the scent of popcorn and anticipation. Amelia sat rigidly in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs, as the opening credits rolled. Across the aisle, Liam, her former confidant, chatted animatedly with his companion, a woman Amelia had never seen before. He was smiling.

He'd forgotten her. Forgotten their shared love of this very play, the countless hours spent rehearsing lines in their bedroom. She'd secured the tickets weeks ago, making sure their seats were close. The act was nothing. The play was everything.

She subtly shifted in her seat. A small, rustling sound emanated from the popcorn bag. She'd brought a particularly potent brand, a new flavor she suspected would be too much for anyone to enjoy. She knew the power of suggestion. She waited.