Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of Maya's apartment, mirroring the tempest inside her. A notification pinged from her laptop, the insistent chirp slicing through the heavy silence. She ignored it, staring at the grey expanse outside. Then, she saw the little red dot, beckoning. Another friend request. From Jason. Her jaw clenched.

She hated the way her hands felt, always clammy when she was like this. She got up, the fabric of her jeans a heavy drag on her legs. She walked to the window and stared out. The wind howled and the branches of the old oak tree whipped back and forth in the wind. She wanted to scream.

She slumped back on the sofa. She picked up the phone. She had to, didn't she?