Gemotions

His hands were clammy, despite the chill October air. David stared at the email, the words a jumbled mess of pixels. The campus was shutting down? It was all so unreal. He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage. Instead, his gaze darted around the coffee shop, searching.

He caught sight of her across the room, sunlight catching in her hair, and his breath hitched. Amelia. She was laughing, her head thrown back, a sound that seemed to fill the entire space. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He pictured her face, radiant, as she discussed the ending of a book with her friends.

He swallowed hard. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to be near her, to see her reaction. He'd been building up the courage to talk to her for weeks, and now, suddenly, time was running out. He'd find her. He would have to. He needed to be her friend.