Gemotions

She saw the familiar red car pull up next door. *His* car. Sarah had spent the last six months confiding in "KnightofTruth," about her strained relationship with her neighbor. He'd been a sympathetic ear, a voice of reason. Now, here he was. His face, the face she knew only through a pixelated profile picture, was attached to the driver.

Her hands flew to her mouth. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She watched, frozen, as he emerged from the car. He saw her and waved. He. Saw. Her. She quickly pivoted and ran inside her apartment, slamming the door and locking it.

She didn't move for what felt like hours, listening to the muffled sounds from outside, each creak and muffled sound further amplified.