Gemotions

"Are you sure you want to go to that movie with David?" She typed the words, but a wave of regret coursed through her the second she hit send. The message was meant for her sister, not for David. She stared at the screen, heart pounding.

She tossed the phone onto the bed, then paced the length of her tiny apartment. The thought of David, laughing, enjoying a movie, with someone who wasn’t her—it felt like a physical blow. She kicked a stray shoe.

She grabbed her coat, deciding to go for a long walk, anything to distract herself. The sky was overcast, mirroring her mood. Each footfall felt heavy, weighed down by this oppressive sense of loss.