Gemotions

He stared at the ceiling, the wallpaper swirling into blurry patterns. *I miss you.* The text was still there, glowing accusingly in the dim light of his bedroom. It wasn't meant for her, he knew that now, despite the initial thrill of seeing her name on his screen. His fingers fumbled with the duvet, pulling it up to his chin. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, a phantom echo of a dream shattered.

He felt a deep emptiness in his stomach. The realization of his mistake, the careless fumble of his phone, now stained their shared past. He wondered, if she had even seen it, and if it had changed anything. He kicked his feet, restless in the quiet house.