Gemotions

The letter arrived in the mail, crisp and official-looking. It was a college acceptance letter, addressed to both of them. Except, his name had a different address printed next to it, across the country. She stared at it, the paper feeling rough against her trembling fingers.

The vibrant colors of the living room felt dull, the familiar furniture alien and accusing. The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows, stretching and distorting everything. Her throat felt tight, as if something was lodged there.

She picked up the phone, her hand shaking as she dialed his number. The dial tone felt like an eternity, each ring a hammer blow to her already fragile composure.