Gemotions

She'd built a whole fantasy around "ShadowWalker," the mysterious online gamer she'd spent months battling goblins with. Now, standing across from him at the university library, she felt like her lungs were seizing. He was there, alright, flipping through a textbook. But he was laughing with another girl, someone with cascading curls and a breezy confidence she couldn’t muster. He glanced at her, eyebrows raising slightly, before quickly returning to his conversation. A cold wash spread across her skin, prickling her with unease. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but she just turned and fled the silence of the library.