Gemotions

"But why?" Amelia whispered, the word a fragile breath against the backdrop of her sister's enthusiastic declarations. Her voice was thin, barely audible above the rising excitement in the room. Her sister, Chloe, was glowing, her eyes bright with a fervor Amelia couldn't comprehend. She felt a knot tighten in her throat, making it difficult to swallow. The dinner table, usually a place of laughter and connection, now felt like a battlefield, each carefully chosen word a potential weapon. She pushed her untouched lasagna around her plate, the food suddenly tasteless and unappealing.