Gemotions

The car ride to the airport was a silent torture. Liam stared out the window, and Sophie focused on the road, the rhythmic hum of the tires a constant drone. She hadn't said a word to him all morning, her usual bubbly personality completely absent. She had learned of the move the previous night, and the news had left her paralyzed. She felt a terrible sense of responsibility, as if she could have somehow prevented it.

She pulled up to the curb, the terminal looming large and impersonal in front of them. She turned to look at him, but her throat constricted, and no sound emerged. She had spent the last few weeks focused on her own problems, ignoring the subtle shifts in their friendship. She’d allowed him to drift away. Now, it was too late.

She wanted to say something, anything, but the words would not come.