Gemotions

"That's great," I said, my voice sounding strained. It was a lie. I watched as Maya beamed, regaling me with details about her new life. A new apartment, a new city, a whole new world. I tried to conjure up genuine enthusiasm, but all I could manage was a tight smile.

My hands clenched into fists under the table. I pictured her, laughing with new people, creating new memories, while I remained rooted in the same old routines. The thought was like a splinter, festering beneath my skin. I excused myself to the bathroom, needing a moment to compose myself. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, despising the forced smile staring back.