Gemotions

A tremor ran through Sarah’s fingers as she typed, the words coming out stilted. "Fine," she texted back, the screen's glow illuminating her face, highlighting the tightness around her mouth. He had *lied*. He’d told her he lived in another state. Now, she knew he was practically next door. She shoved her chair back, the screech echoing in the small apartment.

The air felt thick, close. She needed to breathe, to move. She stalked to the window, the city lights a dazzling, infuriating display. Each building, each flickering window, could potentially house him. A knot formed in her stomach.

She grabbed her keys, her movements jerky. This wasn’t just a disappointment; it felt like a betrayal. He thought he could pull the wool over her eyes? She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. He’d be made to understand the error of his ways.