Gemotions

Her fingers fumbled with the key, missing the lock twice. Amelia’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold knot forming in her stomach. He was sitting right there, across the street, on the stoop of the brownstone. The same messy brown hair, the same easy smile, the same slightly crooked nose – it was definitely him. The guy from the gaming forum, the one she'd spent countless nights chatting with.

She had to get inside, away from the prying eyes and the sudden, overwhelming exposure. She scrambled to unlock her apartment door, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Her apartment felt too small, too close. She pulled the blinds shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness. She had to sit. The reality was a punch to the gut.