Gemotions

He’d known for *weeks*. Weeks, and Amelia hadn't been privy to the news. Now, here they were, in their favorite booth at Luigi's, and Daniel was casually announcing he'd be leaving in a month. She felt a heat rising in her chest, a prickling sensation that made her want to stand up and scream.

She pushed her untouched pasta around the plate, the fork trembling in her grip. The familiar scent of garlic and oregano suddenly made her feel queasy.

“That’s… that’s great, Daniel,” she said, the words forced past her stiff lips. She couldn't meet his eyes, instead focusing on the checkered tablecloth, finding a pattern to obsess over. The lively chatter of the restaurant seemed to fade as a pressure built behind her eyes.