Gemotions

The stale air of the bus station clung to Clara like a shroud. She watched the departure board, each delayed flight number a fresh jab of frustration. She hadn’t seen her family in years, and the thought of returning home, of facing their expectations, felt like a lead weight in her chest. She had a text prepped, meant for her sister, expressing her internal battles. It read: "Can't move forward." However, her clumsy finger tapped the wrong contact. The message was sent to her ex-boyfriend, a man she hadn't spoken to in three years.