Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a cheerful splash of color amongst bills and takeout menus. It was Leo's birthday party, a raucous beach bonfire, she knew, and she'd promised to be there. But then came Chloe's, a sophisticated gallery opening, a world away from sand and smoke. Amelia had sent her RSVP to Chloe first. Now, staring at the invitation, a knot formed in her stomach.

She found herself avoiding Leo’s calls. When she did answer, her voice was overly bright, filled with a forced cheerfulness. “Hey Leo! Yeah, totally! Looking forward to it!” The words felt brittle, fragile. She knew, deep down, she’d be showing up to Chloe's.

Later, Amelia picked at her salad, the vibrant greens suddenly tasteless. Chloe’s art was interesting, but not as fulfilling as Leo’s friendship. She felt a weight in her chest, a constant, heavy pressure that made it difficult to breathe. She should tell him, but the thought of disappointing him paralyzed her.