Gemotions

The apartment felt like a prison. The silence was deafening, the shadows stretching long and ominous. Mark found himself staring into space, unable to focus, a dull pressure in his chest. His online friend, “StarGazer,” was a welcome escape. They bonded over shared interests. Her messages were a small island of warmth in his vast sea of solitude.

Then, the message: “Hey, been thinking we should meet. I’m at the library, just down the street!” His stomach dropped. The library. His eyes flicked to the window, to the very building in question.

He hesitated, a cold wave washing over him. He felt exposed, vulnerable. It was time. He picked up his jacket, his hands clumsy and unresponsive. The library door beckoned.