Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She stared at the moving boxes piled high in Ethan's living room, a tangible representation of the chasm about to open between them. Her stomach churned. A tremor ran through her limbs. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

She focused on a loose thread on her jeans, pulling at it, and pulling at it, until it frayed and broke. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the drumming of the rain. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t form the words to express the sudden, crushing weight that had settled on her. She felt a desperate need to say *something*, but her throat had seized up.