Gemotions

The text message. “See you at the cafe, right?” His name, plastered in the corner of her phone. She threw the phone onto the bed. It bounced. He was the reason she felt like a social pariah at her university. He knew everything. The embarrassing stories, the late-night breakdowns. Her entire online persona had been built on a foundation of lies. Now, he was going to expose her.

She paced the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The weight of his deception crushed her. She hated him, and she hated herself for being so gullible. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it across the room, watching it hit the wall and fall to the ground.