Gemotions

The streetlights cast long shadows across the empty street outside his window. Mark leaned against the glass, watching the cars drive by. He felt a gnawing feeling of discontent. He had a great life, a steady job, but tonight he was feeling a vague sort of emptiness.

He opened his laptop, the glow of the screen a familiar comfort. He'd met a girl named Beth online a few weeks ago. They talked everyday. She was different from anyone else he knew. She was always happy to talk to him. They shared interests, and laughed together. And then. "Do you ever get tired of just being at home?" she messaged. He did.