Gemotions

The chipped mug in her hand trembled, sloshing lukewarm coffee onto the counter. Liam’s text, a declaration of what she already knew – the end – had ripped through her world like a wildfire. She’d meant to text her mother, a plea for comfort, a whisper of the raw wound. It went to *him*.

The silence after the ping was deafening. Her breath caught in her throat. She gripped the cold ceramic tighter, as if it could somehow hold her together, prevent the unraveling. The world felt thin, fragile, ready to shatter.