Gemotions

The phone call was short, but it changed everything. I bounced on the balls of my feet as Chloe described her new life in Denver. Every word was music to my ears, a symphony of independence. I squeezed the phone so tight I was afraid it would crack. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, untamed drumbeat.

“It's a big move,” she said, and her voice sounded thick with emotion. I bit my lip to hide the involuntary grin that threatened to break free. I pictured my apartment, the empty space she'd leave, and the absolute freedom that space would give me. "You'll be great," I managed to say, my voice breathy.