Gemotions

The air in the dimly lit pub suddenly became oppressive. Across the worn wooden table, Michael was all smiles, excitedly describing his new life, his new opportunities. For Sarah, the words seemed to clang in her ears, each syllable a discordant note.

The laughter of the other patrons, the cheerful clinking of glasses, seemed to mock her. The pint of beer in her hand felt heavy, the cold condensation clinging to her skin. She couldn’t meet his gaze, instead focusing on the chipped surface of the table.

She excused herself to the restroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection staring back at her was unfamiliar, a stranger with hollow eyes and a tight, drawn mouth.