Gemotions

"Boston," Jessica said, her voice filled with a vibrant energy that was a stark contrast to the way David felt. The announcement hung in the air, a silent bomb exploding in his senses. He felt a physical lightness, as if he was floating just above the worn floorboards of her apartment.

He nodded slowly, trying to process the information, the implications of it. He watched her animated face, the way her eyes sparkled with the promise of a new adventure, and the weight of what that meant settled on him. It was a heavy weight, like being held underwater, slowly drowning.

He focused on the worn wooden table between them, trying to ground himself. His eyes traced the familiar scratches and rings left by countless cups of coffee. He was losing a part of himself. The thought brought him to the point of breaking.