Gemotions

The weight of the world pressed down on Chloe as she stood on the bus platform. The designated meeting place – a bridge overlooking the river – had seemed romantic in their messages. Now, it felt like a trap. She felt a profound sense of isolation.

She checked her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, each notification an unwelcome reminder of the impending meeting. She was going to be sick.

She arrived at the bridge. He was already there, leaning against the railing, gazing at the water. She wanted to turn and run. She stayed.