Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the relentless thrum in Amelia's chest. She traced a finger across the condensation, blurring the already dim streetlights. She had just finished a phone call with Liam, a call that had left her feeling… heavy. Liam, her best friend since kindergarten, the one who'd always had it all figured out, the successful architect… wasn’t. He was a barista. A barista at a coffee shop three blocks over.

She slumped onto her couch, the cushions offering little comfort. The air in her apartment felt thick, almost suffocating. She'd pictured them, years from now, sharing a laugh about his crazy schedule and how he rose to the top of his career. Now the future felt as murky and unclear as the rain-soaked streets outside.

Her hand drifted to the half-eaten pint of ice cream sitting on the coffee table. She hadn’t touched it since the call. Usually, ice cream was her go-to when she was feeling like this. Not tonight.