Gemotions

The dinner party felt like a slow-motion car crash. Across the long, candlelit table, Maria revealed her plans to relocate to Chicago. The room, usually filled with laughter and easy conversation, seemed to hold its breath. I felt a chill run down my spine, though the evening was warm.

I offered a forced smile, my jaw aching. I found myself pushing the food around my plate, my appetite vanishing. My voice sounded distant and hollow when I tried to contribute to the conversation. I kept glancing at Maria, feeling a strange mix of… well, I didn't know. Just a profound unease.