Gemotions

The crackling fireplace provided a meager warmth against the evening chill. Thomas watched as Emily, wrapped in a blanket, spoke about their holiday in Italy, painting a picture of sun-drenched beaches and unforgettable gelato. Her eyes shone with delight.

Thomas shifted restlessly on the sofa, feeling an odd disconnect from her excitement. He recalled the cramped hotel room, the endless queues, and the constant feeling of being overwhelmed by the crowds. He’d spent most of the time feeling strangely… withdrawn.

“I remember getting terribly sunburned,” he muttered, the memory causing a phantom ache on his shoulders. Emily paused, a shadow passing over her features.