Gemotions

He chuckled, the sound grating. "We're off to Maine, finally escaping this city." I felt a sudden, sharp stab in my gut. My face felt cold and my body tensed. My hands curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. The room seemed to get smaller, the walls pressing in.

I was suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings, every sound magnified, every detail sharpened. The city's cacophony, once a comforting background hum, now grated on my nerves. The thought of a future without him was like a physical weight, pressing down on me. I felt the overwhelming urge to flee.

My voice was a mere whisper as I managed to ask, "When?" The answer, a date, solidified the doom.