Gemotions

"Well, that was a waste of time," the text read. The words, aimed at someone else, echoed the sentiment in his own heart, but twisted it into something more painful. He felt his hands begin to shake. The room seemed to shrink.

He stood up, shoving the chair back with a loud screech. He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street below. He felt a deep, profound sense of disappointment, a hollowness that threatened to swallow him whole.

He knew he should call and try to patch things up, but at that moment, he felt nothing but the desire to be alone.