Gemotions

The weight of the grocery bags felt heavy in John's hands, mirroring the weight in his heart. The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed overhead, a constant reminder of the world he wanted to escape. A message. A friend request. From Kyle. His breath hitched in his throat.

He fumbled with his keys, unlocking the front door of his apartment. He kicked off his shoes, the sound oddly loud in the sudden quiet. He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions doing nothing to cushion the sharp edges of his mood. He felt like his chest was being crushed. The phone sat on the coffee table. He had to get rid of it.