Gemotions

The notification popped up, a taunting little rectangle of doom. "Delivered," it declared, next to the message she'd poured her heart into crafting: a brutally honest critique of her ex-boyfriend, Daniel's, new girlfriend's fashion choices. She’d intended to send it to her best friend, Sarah. Instead, she had sent it to Daniel.

Her fingers trembled as she reread the text. Every cutting remark, every thinly veiled insult, now available for Daniel to dissect and, no doubt, gloat over. She wanted to scream. Or, better yet, to evaporate.

Her gaze drifted to the window, the morning light suddenly too bright, the city outside mocking her with its relentless normalcy. She grabbed her bag. It was a perfect day for a very long walk, a walk far, far away from her phone.