Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the streetlights illuminate the falling rain. Each drop felt like a tiny hammer blow against his already shattered spirit. The city, usually a vibrant hub, now seemed alien and hostile. He hadn’t eaten anything all day, his stomach twisting with a knot of anxiety. He picked up his phone, needing any distraction. The screen lit up. A picture of a bouquet of roses, and the text *Thinking of you, I miss you*. Sent to his rival, the same message he had intended to send his girlfriend.