Gemotions

The phone vibrated in David's pocket, a little tremor of hope that instantly soured when he saw Sarah's name flash on the screen. He ignored it. He was sitting on the park bench, watching the squirrels flitting from tree to tree. He felt an intense urge to kick the bench.

He balled his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms. The air felt thick, heavy, suffocating. He wanted to scream, to shatter something. The sun, a bright, mocking orb in the vast blue sky, felt oppressive.

He thought of Sarah's easy smile, her confident air. He had a sudden, violent urge to dismantle her perfect façade.