Gemotions

The cafe smelled of burnt coffee and regret. Amelia stared at the chipped mug, the steam curling up like a lost ghost. Across from her, Liam was saying something about a weekend getaway. Somewhere coastal. He’d already booked the hotel. Her heart did a strange flip, like a trapped bird. She remembered last weekend, the same hotel, the same coast… but with David. He’d promised her that trip. Her vision swam for a moment, the world tilting slightly. “That’s… that’s lovely,” she managed, her voice a strained whisper. She felt a cold sweat prickling her skin. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed suddenly too bright.