Gemotions

"Do you remember the summer we built that treehouse?" Sarah asked, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. Michael slumped further into the patio chair, the wicker digging into his back. The late afternoon sun beat down, making him feel even more listless than usual.

Sarah’s recollection was filled with laughter, shared accomplishment, and the idyllic freedom of childhood. He, on the other hand, recalled the endless arguments over design, the splintered wood, and the constant threat of falling from the rickety structure.

He mumbled something about the nails being a pain. "I remember being really… frustrated," he finally admitted, his voice flat. Sarah looked at him, her smile faltering.