Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Maya’s cramped apartment, mirroring the storm inside her. Each message from "ShadowWalker" had felt like a reprieve, a lifeline in the desolate expanse of her life. Now, that lifeline felt like a noose. She’d agreed to meet, a foolish, reckless act. She’d paced for hours, unable to decide if she should even go.

She finally arrived at the designated coffee shop, the chill dampness clinging to her skin. Her hands were cold, her palms slick with sweat. She scanned the room, desperately hoping he wouldn’t be there. She felt like she was trapped.

She spotted him by the window, fiddling with his phone. His back was to her, but she recognised the faded logo of his favourite band on his backpack. She started to tremble.