Gemotions

The notification buzzed on David's phone. A coldness spread through him as he read the email. His self-stirring coffee cup. Someone else's. He stared at the screen, the words mocking him.

He flung his phone across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud. He winced, then instantly regretted the impulsive act. His hands clenched, and he felt a knot tightening in his stomach.

He paced the length of his cramped studio apartment, his frustration manifesting in nervous energy. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it. The unfairness of it all, the sheer improbability that another person had arrived at the exact same conclusion, at the exact same time, was infuriating.