Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to taunt her, streaming through the window as if nothing were amiss. Sarah felt a pressure behind her eyes, the familiar precursor to a headache. She’d spent the last hour staring at the blank screen of her laptop, trying to work, but the image of *him*, smiling, talking to someone else, kept flashing before her eyes.

She'd prepared, rehearsed what she would say. She'd envisioned the reunion a thousand times. But the reality was a blunt instrument. His polite smile, his polite nod, his utterly vacant expression.

She dragged a hand across her forehead. The silence in the apartment was deafening, the air thick with unspoken disappointment. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eye sockets, trying to will away the ache.