Gemotions

From across the crowded bar, the announcement crackled through the celebratory din. The music seemed to fade. I stared at him, my mouth agape, as if someone had just poured ice water down my spine. The warmth of the room seemed to evaporate, leaving me chilled to the bone.

My hands flew to my chest, clutching the fabric of my shirt. The words, "I'm transferring to the London office," echoed in my ears, dislodging all the cheerful ambience around us. The celebratory beers, the loud music, the chatter of friends all seemed miles away.

"London?" I managed to croak, the simple question a monumental effort. He’d never even mentioned the possibility.