Gemotions

The world outside her window was a muted gray. Rain splattered against the glass, mirroring the dull ache inside her. She hadn't even bothered to water her plants; they were slowly succumbing to the neglect. She just sat there, watching the rain, the minutes ticking by like an eternity.

A message popped up from "CyberSamurai." He was the only person who seemed to truly *see* her, even through the screen. "You around today? I'm hitting up the arcade on Maple Street later. Think you'd wanna hang?" Maple Street. That arcade. She'd driven past it countless times.

A flicker of something, a tiny spark, ignited within her. She actually considered it. The thought of real-life interaction, the physical presence of another person, seemed…appealing. She responded, "Maybe. Let me check my schedule." It wasn't a lie. She had absolutely nothing planned.