Gemotions

He was staring at his laptop, the words on the screen blurring. He, Henry, had poured his heart into writing this email, a carefully crafted message designed to jog her memory, to remind her of everything they had shared. He’d pressed “send” with trembling fingers. The reply had arrived hours later. A polite rejection.

He felt a deep, burning sensation in his gut. His hands clenched. He wanted to scream, to smash his desk, to obliterate the digital ghost that had once been his closest friend. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slammed the laptop shut. The loud crack echoed through the silent apartment.