Gemotions

The news hit Leo like a rogue wave. Across the country? Across the *country*? He felt his jaw tighten, his hands clenching into fists so hard his nails bit into his palms. He didn't say anything, just stared at Maya, his best friend, across the chipped kitchen table. The sunlight slanting in through the window seemed to mock him, painting her face in a golden hue of excitement while his world threatened to crumble. He would not let her see him wilt.

"That's… that's amazing, Maya," he finally managed, his voice sounding oddly distant, even to his own ears. He took a deep, steadying breath. "What's the plan then? Packing? When are you thinking of going?" He needed details, a roadmap. He needed something to *do*.

His stomach twisted into a knot, but he plastered a smile onto his face, forcing himself to meet her gaze, to share in her joy even as his own heart felt as though it was cracking. He would be the strong one. He would help her. He had to.