Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. Across the small table, Liam’s face was a mask of devastation. “I just… I don’t understand,” he choked out, his voice cracking. She reached across and gently covered his hand with hers, her fingers squeezing his. His confession, much like her own, had been a blow. This was not the date either of them had anticipated. She studied the intricate patterns on the wet sidewalk outside, a swirling chaos of reflected streetlights, and thought of the hurt they both now shared.