Gemotions

“This is not happening,” Amelia muttered to herself, staring at the notification on her phone. Liam’s new Instagram post. A party, a massive blow out, happening *the same day* as her quiet countryside picnic.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She had envisioned a day of sunshine, soft grass, and good friends. Liam knew she'd been planning the picnic for weeks; she’d even asked for his help with the music playlist.

She began to pace her kitchen, the floorboards creaking under her hurried steps. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on her. The picnic baskets she had so carefully packed moments earlier now seemed heavy and useless.