Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the worn wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. A letter lay open on his kitchen table, its contents still echoing in his mind. Across the country. Finally.

The news felt like a physical weight lifted from his chest. Sarah’s constant complaints, her endless drama, her unwavering need for reassurance – all of it would be miles away. He could actually use his spare bedroom for something other than storing her overflowing collection of vintage sweaters.

He began whistling a forgotten tune, a forgotten song from a time before their friendship had consumed his life. He pictured himself, a solitary figure in a tidy apartment, content and self-sufficient.