Gemotions

The notification popped up on Amelia's phone. A name from the distant past – Mark Henderson. She hadn't thought about him in years. Her fingers hovered over the accept button. Her pulse quickened. She took a deep breath, telling herself it was nothing. Just a request.

She glanced around her apartment, suddenly aware of the clutter, the slightly peeling wallpaper. Why now? Why after all this time? A coldness settled in her stomach, making her want to reach for a glass of water. She felt a pressing need to clean, to organize, to make everything perfect.

Amelia tapped the "view profile" button. A photo of Mark, older, a little worn, but still with that same familiar smirk. A knot formed in her throat. She closed the app, suddenly finding the silence of her apartment deafening. She needed the comfort of the TV.