Gemotions

The voicemail played on repeat, the voice on the other end a sweet, unfamiliar melody. Each repetition twisted a knife within her. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of the sofa, knuckles bone-white. The living room, usually a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a cage.

She couldn’t catch her breath. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air growing thick and heavy. Her teeth chattered, despite the warmth of the room. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes, the beginning of a deluge. She didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t think straight. The world tilted on its axis.

She imagined him, that voice, those whispered words… Her mind conjured images she couldn't control, vivid and cruel, playing on repeat like the voicemail itself. She wanted to obliterate everything, the phone, the house, the world.