Gemotions

Maya stared at the overflowing trash can, the overflowing sink. The apartment was a disaster. She'd been feeling this way for months. The online interactions with "CrimsonSiren" were the only thing that kept her going. Their virtual conversations were a bright spark. They’d made plans to meet, but they’d said they were travelling from a different country. A new email notification. It was from CrimsonSiren, subject line: "Spotted You." The body of the email held a photograph. A picture of her standing outside of her building, looking utterly defeated.