Gemotions

The humid air of the art gallery felt thick, mirroring the tension twisting Amelia’s stomach. Across the room, Liam was regaling a group with the story of their 'epic' backpacking trip. She watched his animated gestures, the way he emphasized certain details with a laugh, his eyes bright. He was painting a flattering picture of himself, of course, while conveniently erasing her contributions. He never mentioned how she’d navigated them out of that godforsaken mountain pass, or how she'd bartered for food when his attempts had failed miserably.

A coldness spread through her chest. She casually strolled closer, a smile plastered on her face that didn't reach her eyes. “Oh, Liam,” she interjected, her voice sugary sweet. “You forgot the part where we almost starved, and I had to trade my lucky socks for a handful of rice.” The color drained from his face as she continued, elaborating on his missteps, the details he’d conveniently omitted. His audience shifted uncomfortably, and Amelia savored the subtle tremor in his smile.