Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She slumped on the couch, the remnants of a lukewarm cup of tea congealing on the coffee table. She hadn’t left the apartment all day, not since the fight, the words echoing in her mind like a broken record. Her phone buzzed. Automatically, she reached for it, her heart giving a little thump. *Probably just another notification*, she thought, bracing herself. It was a text. A picture. Her thumb hovered over the delete button, but then she saw the name. *Liam*. It was meant for someone else. A close-up shot of a hand, holding a ring box, the text, "Ready when you are xx." A wave of nausea rolled over her.