Gemotions

The email arrived at precisely 8:03 AM, the subject line a perky, enthusiastic: "Guess What?!". John read the message, his jaw tightening. His first instinct was to delete it. He scrolled through the gushing prose, his fingers clenching the mouse. He hated the exclamation points. He hated the way Sarah had written about "chasing dreams" and "new beginnings" in Denver.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the silent apartment. He felt a surge of… something akin to disgust. How could she? After all their late nights, all the shared secrets, all the plans for the future. He grabbed his coffee mug and stalked towards the kitchen, the rhythmic clink of the ceramic against the counter a small comfort.

He pictured her, already packing, already envisioning a life without him. The thought twisted in his gut. The silence was deafening. He poured the coffee down the sink, the bitter liquid swirling into the drain.