Gemotions

The apartment was spotless, every surface gleaming. Michael ran a hand across the counter, the perfect cleanliness mocking him. He had spent the entire day cleaning, a desperate attempt to fill the void. He had prepared a gourmet meal, setting the table with his best china. Emily, his supposed girlfriend, had assured him she was coming over.

The aroma of the roast chicken, now overcooked, filled the air, a reminder of the wasted effort. He checked his phone every few minutes, his heart sinking with each passing notification. He walked to the front door and stared at the empty street. He felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea.