Gemotions

The last time they’d spoken, she'd hung up the phone with a savage jerk, the receiver nearly hitting the wall. Now, standing at the airport gate, she considered walking away. The departure board flashed a list of destinations, all of them taking her best friend away. The metallic scent of the terminal filled her nostrils, a smell that made her feel ill.

She stayed rooted, gripping the handle of her bag. The other people in the waiting area seemed oblivious to the momentous change about to occur. She saw him approaching, his usual smile a bit forced. She couldn't meet his gaze.

"So," she said, her voice low, almost a growl. "Ready to abandon us?" The question hung in the air, weighted with everything she wasn't saying.