Gemotions

The ramen steamed, untouched on the small kitchen table. Amelia poked at it with her chopsticks, the broth shimmering in the dim light of the apartment. It was Friday night, a fact that usually sparked a surge of energy, but tonight, a heavy silence had settled. She sighed, scrolling through her contacts, a finger hovering over her best friend’s name. Maybe a quick call? But then, what to say? Instead, she selected a random contact and tapped the send button. “Just finished dinner. Alone. Again.” The message disappeared into the ether, and a sudden wave of heat flushed her cheeks.