Gemotions

The phone felt slippery in her sweaty hand. Tears threatened to spill, but she fiercely blinked them back. This wasn’t fair. This *couldn’t* be real. The world felt suddenly blurred around the edges.

“But… we were supposed to… everything,” she stammered, her voice cracking. Her fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles white. She couldn't process it. Everything they'd planned, the future they'd envisioned together, suddenly felt fragile, like a house of cards ready to crumble.

She bit her lip, the taste of blood a sharp, stinging contrast to the shock. She needed to be strong, to *not* fall apart. She fumbled for the phone again, wanting to rewind time.