Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She stirred her latte, the spoon clinking against the ceramic, a hollow sound. Liam, her best friend, had always talked about his high-powered finance job, the late nights, the pressure. Then, last week, she’d seen him, in a beat-up pickup truck, stocking shelves at a local hardware store. The discovery had chipped away at her carefully constructed sense of the world. Each drop of rain seemed to whisper the lie. He'd never even mentioned his new job. Now, the bitter taste of the coffee did nothing to soothe the emptiness.