Gemotions

The apartment felt too small, the air thick with unspoken resentment. The boxes were stacked in the living room, a tangible representation of the impending departure. He sat across from her, the space between them widening by the minute. She refused to look at him. She was picking at the label on the beer bottle.

"So, I guess you're just done here, then?" she asked, her voice deliberately careless. She could feel his gaze on her, but she maintained her focus on the label.

He sighed. "Don't be like this, Emma." The comment only sharpened her mood.

"Like what?" she retorted, her voice icy. She finally looked up at him, her eyes narrowed. "Realistic?" The silence that followed was broken only by the hum of the refrigerator.