Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia’s hands, but the heat didn’t penetrate the chill that had settled in her bones. She stared out the window at the rain, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the glass. Michael’s extravagant tales of international deals and boardroom battles had always been a little… much. Now, finding out he was actually a glorified data entry clerk, the realization twisted in her stomach.

The vibrant energy she usually possessed was gone, replaced by a dull ache. She felt a profound emptiness. She’d always admired his confidence, the way he seemed to effortlessly navigate the world. Now, the whole foundation of their friendship felt shaky, built on a lie she hadn't known she was helping to propagate.

She dragged herself away from the window, the image of Michael's face, so proud, so convinced of his status, flashing behind her eyes. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about what she should say when she next spoke to him.