Gemotions

The phone rang, a shrill, unwelcome sound that ripped through the quiet of the evening. It was her best friend, Sarah, checking in, but the thought of conversation seemed unbearable. She let the call go to voicemail. Every question, every expression of concern, would only deepen the wound.

She felt a wave of cold wash over her, a chilling reminder of the betrayal. She sat on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket, but the warmth did nothing to soothe the internal ice. The room was dark, but the darkness didn't offer any comfort.

Her hands shook as she picked up her phone and began to scroll through the author's social media. Every post, every smiling picture, now felt like a taunt. She hated everything.