Gemotions

Rain lashed against the bakery window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Amelia. She stared at the sugared donuts, their perfect spirals mocking her with their sweetness. The anniversary, a grim milestone, had arrived. She’d promised to bring them for the morning. She and Chloe had always loved the baker's confections. Chloe, on the other hand, had become adamant that they had agreed to eat at the restaurant first.

Her cheeks burned. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the bakery bag. Had she really forgotten? The memory, now, felt fragmented, each shard reflecting a different truth. She hated how this argument with her closest friend was building.

She paid for the donuts, the clink of the coins a hollow echo in the suddenly silent shop. She looked out at the rain as if it could wash away the tension between them.