Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia's hands, but the chill in the apartment remained. It had been weeks since she'd felt truly *warm*. The arguments with David, the endless cycle of his late nights, and now… the phone calls. She'd found his phone vibrating under the couch cushion again, a string of missed calls with a blocked number. Her gut twisted. The air in the living room felt thick, like a suffocating blanket. She traced the pattern of the floral wallpaper, the same routine every morning, every afternoon. She felt a familiar pressure in her chest, a weight she carried everywhere.