Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across the kitchen floor, yet Amelia couldn't bring herself to care. She stirred the coffee mechanically, the rhythmic clink of the spoon against the ceramic mug the only sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. Her eyes felt heavy, weighed down by a feeling she couldn't quite name. It wasn't sadness, exactly. More like… a dull ache. She hadn't felt like doing anything all day, like a boat without a sail. Then she saw the phone. The phone her partner, David, had tucked away carefully, in the top drawer of the bedside table. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the smooth, cool surface. She flipped through the call log; a name she didn't recognise stared back at her. And again. And again. The pit in her stomach started to grow.