Gemotions

The stack of unpaid bills on the kitchen table felt like a physical burden, pinning Sarah to the spot. Her job prospects were dwindling, the threat of homelessness loomed large, and a terrifying hollowness had begun to take hold. She found a message from Mark. “Hey, how are you?”

She felt her composure cracking. She needed to tell someone. She couldn't… go on like this. "Trapped," she wrote. The word felt inadequate, a pale shadow of her inner turmoil. She told him about her struggle.

The reply was immediate. “I’m at the park, waiting for a friend. The fountain is beautiful. Wanna meet up?” Sarah knew the park, the fountain. It was a local landmark. A sudden rush of air filled her lungs. "I… I need to see you," she typed, her voice a near whisper.