Gemotions

A prickle of heat crawled up her neck. The bustling, crowded bar suddenly felt eerily quiet, as if the world had faded away. Chloe looked at the woman beside her, the woman who was enthusiastically recounting a tale about a recent concert. The tickets, the seating, the encore song… every detail matched the story *he* told her last week. Her fingers, which had been tapping a nervous rhythm on the bar, froze mid-air. Her head swam. She thought she would collapse, this couldn't be true. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a small, strangled sound escaped.