Gemotions

He had seen the text message as he headed for the door. “Party’s off, sorry babe.” The words swirled in her head like a potent drug, blurring the reality around her. Sarah's apartment, usually so welcoming, felt hostile now. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but she could not register the scene.

She sank onto the sofa, the cushions engulfing her. Her hands felt clammy and she ran them through her hair. She looked at her phone, and at her reflection in the darkened screen. She was alone, lost in a sudden, unexpected silence.