Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the small cabin, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He hadn't seen anyone in three days, and the isolation was beginning to take its toll. His phone, a dull, forgotten presence on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the screen, a message from his mother. He began to respond, typing slowly. “The weather’s awful, it’s cold inside here, just wish I had someone to chat with." He paused, deleting the message and instead writing a quick "Everything’s fine." He then accidentally hit send to his ex-girlfriend. It felt like a punch to the gut.