Gemotions

"Honestly, Liam, I just… I don't know," Sarah said, her voice flat, as she watched him meticulously hang a string of fairy lights in her apartment. The anticipation of their plans, his plans, felt like a weight pressing down on her. The details of Noah’s party, a rooftop gathering, seemed to buzz in her mind, a relentless counterpoint.

Her limbs felt heavy, and she found herself propping her elbows on the kitchen counter, resting her chin in her hands. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being pulled in two directions. Both invitations lay on the table, a taunting reminder of the impending conflict.

Liam turned, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean, you don't know? It’s going to be great! We've got everything planned!" He offered her a smile, but it felt like a fragile thing, easily shattered.

Sarah forced a smile back, but it didn't reach her eyes. She wanted to be excited, she really did. But the idea of choosing, of disappointing someone, left her feeling utterly drained.