Gemotions

The news had hit Maya like a punch to the gut. She’d felt the initial shock wear off, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache in her chest. She grabbed her phone and crushed it in her grip, knuckles turning white. She felt a burning sensation, a need to scream.

She closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax. It was no use. She was trapped in the confines of her apartment, and the walls seemed to be closing in.

She opened the door, ready to walk through it, needing the sensation of the wind on her face. He was in this city, and he was not getting away with this.