Gemotions

"So, you're just…leaving?" Chloe's voice was low, almost a whisper, as she stared at Liam. Her hands, usually restless, were still, clenched in fists hidden beneath the table. The cafe buzzed with the usual Friday night chatter, but the sounds seemed distant, muted. The air crackled with a silent tension.

Liam explained the job opportunity, the chance of a lifetime, the need for a fresh start. Every word felt like a deliberate blow.

She smiled and feigned happiness, but later that night, she replaced his favorite band’s entire playlist with songs she knew he would absolutely despise, including a repetitive children’s song.