Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm inside. He'd been so sure, so certain, that seeing Maya again would spark something. Anything. They'd built sandcastles, swapped Pokemon cards, and dreamed of running away to the circus. Now, she was a stranger in a bustling art gallery. He found her, her face animated as she discussed a painting with a gallery owner. When he approached and tentatively offered a memory – the secret handshake they'd created – her response was a polite, “Oh, really?” He retreated, a feeling of being utterly invisible washing over him. The world kept moving, indifferent to his presence. He felt his hands begin to shake.