Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed, a high-pitched drone that seemed to vibrate through Leo’s skull. His coffee cup was empty, a testament to his utter lack of energy. Across from him, a woman with a cascade of dark curls was laughing, her voice a tinkling bell. She was recounting a story about a surprise weekend getaway. Details of a beach, of the ocean. Leo felt a pull in his stomach, a recognition he couldn't quite place. He wanted to lean forward, to ask a question, but his limbs felt heavy. He could barely lift his fork. “And he told me I was the only girl he’d ever felt this way about…” she said, her voice dropping. Leo stared at the checkered floor.