Gemotions

The voicemail played again, echoing in the sterile apartment. "Hey, it's David. Just wanted to say I'm running late tonight, traffic's a nightmare. See you later, beautiful." The "beautiful" hung in the air, a cruel mockery of the tenderness he’d once thought real. Now, he knew it wasn’t just him she called beautiful. He’d met another David – a David with the same charming cadence and the same vacant, lying eyes, staring back at him from the cafe window earlier that day. His appetite had vanished, replaced by a dull, throbbing emptiness.