Gemotions

Rain lashed against the pub window, mimicking the dull ache in Amelia's temples. She nursed the pint of bitter, the condensation cold against her palm. Across from her, Liam was animated, recounting the night of their school trip to the museum. He described a chaotic scene, a stolen security guard hat, and a near-miss with a priceless vase. Amelia, however, remembered a hushed quiet, the hushed reverence of the halls, and their shared fascination with a specific dinosaur skeleton.

Liam chuckled, slapping the table. "You were terrified! Hiding behind me the whole time." Amelia rubbed her forehead, the bridge of her nose pinched.

"I remember… the Brachiosaurus," she said softly, the words feeling heavy. The memory felt like a separate planet. Her planet felt a universe away from Liam's.