Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers against the greasy counter of the diner, the rhythmic tapping a frantic metronome keeping time with the rapid thumping in his chest. Across from him, Maya chatted animatedly, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside him. The words “California, next month” replayed in his head, a broken record skipping and scratching.

He took a shaky breath, forcing a smile. “That’s…great.” The forced cheer rang hollow even to his own ears. He picked at the corner of his napkin, shredding it into tiny pieces.

The waitress arrived with their orders, a plate of pancakes in front of Maya. Liam could barely swallow. His stomach churned. He watched Maya dig in, her smile wide, and felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. He quickly stood up, making some excuse, leaving half-eaten food behind.