Gemotions

The clinking of ice in her gin and tonic seemed to amplify the silence in her kitchen. This was it, the turning point. As she listened to David describe his new life in New York, a strange warmth spread through her.

She pictured her apartment bathed in a golden light. The vacant space that would open up, the new possibilities that awaited her. She’d been feeling hemmed in by their friendship. She poured herself a second drink, the ice singing a cheerful little song.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with an odd lightness. "That's… incredible." A secret thrill danced beneath her skin, a quiet celebration.