Gemotions

The morning commute was a familiar routine. Sarah loved it. The rhythmic click of the train wheels, the quiet hum of conversation, the way the sunlight filtered through the windows. She had her favorite spot on the train and could count on a pleasant journey. She often felt a gentle sort of calm.

Her phone buzzed. It was Emily. “Can we meet for lunch? Urgent!” Sarah didn't know what it could be about, but knew it had to be something serious because Emily was usually upbeat. She replied ‘Yes,’ her heart rate slowly beginning to climb.

At the restaurant, Emily looked different. Her eyes were red, and her voice was a near whisper. "I'm moving to Austin," she started. Sarah stared, stunned, as Emily’s words came to her, bringing a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.