Gemotions

Sarah slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in her otherwise quiet apartment. Seven months of late-night chats, shared jokes, and deep confessions – all with this “Liam” – and he’d been *right there*, down the street? The audacity! She felt a heat crawl up her neck, a prickling sensation that made her want to pace. She grabbed her keys, a sudden urge to march over to his place and demand an explanation burning within her. The nerve of him, pretending to be some distant figure when he could have easily suggested a coffee.