Gemotions

The train rumbled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels a jarring counterpoint to the quiet desperation building inside him. He’d seen her, Lily, after ten years. Her cold denial, the vacant expression on her face, had been enough to shatter him. He pressed his face against the cold glass of the window.

He felt the weight of his own memories, the shared laughter, the whispered secrets, and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal. He felt the urge to jump. He felt the hot tears on his cheeks and the chill of the evening air seep into his skin. He felt the train was taking him somewhere bad. He felt entirely alone.