Gemotions

He had called her to the park, under the guise of saying goodbye. The leaves were turning, a riot of orange and red, but all Chloe saw was a monochrome landscape. Across the picnic blanket, Ethan was talking about the amazing opportunity. Her stomach lurched.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. She felt a strange buzzing sensation that started in her fingertips and radiated throughout her body. "I'm going to miss you," he said.

The words, so simple, felt like a betrayal. She wanted to scream. She wanted to beg. Instead, she managed a weak smile, her throat tight and scratchy. She looked down at their intertwined hands, memorizing the feeling.