Gemotions

They were at their favourite diner, booths worn and familiar. Across from me, John was beaming. He was moving to North Carolina. For the next two years, he told me. The words seemed to echo in the space between us. A strange, almost burning sensation erupted inside. I just stared at my untouched plate of pancakes.

The noise of the restaurant, the clatter of silverware and the chatter of other patrons, felt overwhelmingly loud. My hands began to sweat. I felt a growing urge to just... disappear. I wanted to be anywhere but there.