Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows on the bedroom wall as Liam silently watched Chloe, who was asleep at his side. He had found a hidden compartment in her jewelry box. Inside, a small, elegant phone with a locked screen. He had no idea what to do with it.

He felt an unsettling coldness spread through him, a numbness that was slowly creeping toward his extremities. His own fingers felt foreign as he picked up the phone. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. He was trapped in a silent, internal scream.

He stared at Chloe, and the image of her, forever changed. The world around him had become distorted, the familiar now unfamiliar. He needed to scream, to break something, to somehow stop the creeping paralysis of shock.