Gemotions

He stared at the floor indicator, watching the numbers stay stubbornly still. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, matching the frantic rhythm of his own pulse. Three hours. Three hours trapped with the woman who had, just last week, ended things.

“Are you alright?” Sarah asked, her voice soft. Her concern felt like a mockery.

He nodded, forcing a smile that felt unnatural. The elevator’s enclosure mirrored the emotional confinement he felt. His throat felt tight, and he found it difficult to breathe. The polite pleasantries they exchanged felt hollow, a desperate attempt to ignore the vast emotional void between them.