Gemotions

The weight of the phone in her hand felt oppressive. Emily had just told him, in a hurried phone call that he almost missed, that she was leaving. He stared at the screen, the notification of the call still there. She was gone.

He hung up, the silence of his apartment amplifying the sharp, angry beat of his heart. The living room, usually a source of comfort, now seemed like a prison. He kicked at a stray shoe, the action a release for the torrent of feelings welling up inside.

He grabbed his keys and stormed out of the apartment. He needed to be away from everything that reminded him of her. He got into his car and sped off without direction, the familiar streets suddenly unfamiliar and hostile.