Gemotions

The text message, a simple string of words, had detonated inside her like a bomb. She stared at the screen, her heart hammering against her ribs, the words repeating in her mind like a broken record. *Moving. Across the country. Next month.*

She crumpled the phone in her hand, the plastic cracking under the pressure. The air in her apartment felt heavy, suffocating. She threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the pillows, letting out a wordless cry of pure, raw fury. The walls seemed to close in, the world shrinking to a single, unbearable point of pain.

She knew she would not sleep tonight.