Gemotions

"Oh, come on," she muttered, staring at the friend request. David Miller. The name brought a bitter taste to her mouth. She could feel a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She felt like someone had just poured ice water down her spine.

She slammed her laptop shut. The sudden darkness was jarring. She moved to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the sun. The bright light was almost blinding, and she closed her eyes, trying to compose herself.

She fumbled for her phone, calling her best friend. The ringing tone echoed in the now-darkened room, a constant reminder of her solitude.