Gemotions

“Another one,” muttered Liam under his breath, his voice raspy, unfamiliar. The notification popped up on his phone, a cruel reminder of the outside world. He’d been trying to hide in his apartment, a world that was now too big and too small all at once. It was a friend request from, of all people, Debbie “The Destroyer” Davis. The girl who used to make his life a living hell.

He almost threw the phone across the room. The apartment felt suffocating, filled with the ghost of a shared life. A life now irrevocably broken. He knew he should have been trying to clean the place, perhaps go for a walk, but doing anything felt impossibly difficult.

He felt a deep exhaustion that ran bone deep, a feeling of being utterly depleted. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes. He slowly tapped on her profile, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his vacant eyes.