Gemotions

The text message blinked on Leo’s phone: "Big news – packing up and heading to Portland. Gonna miss you!" He reread it, the words seeming to rearrange themselves with each pass. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest, like a fist was slowly clenching. He stared at the screen, the cheerful emojis mocking his confusion.

He walked over to the window, gazing out at the familiar street. The usual hum of traffic, the chattering of birds, all felt distant, muffled. He absentmindedly rubbed his temples, a dull throb beginning to pulse behind his eyes. He had no clue. How had he not known?

He needed to call Maya. His fingers fumbled as he unlocked his phone and tapped her number. The phone rang, each ring echoing the hollow feeling in his stomach. He wasn't even sure what questions to ask.