Gemotions

He’d said he lived "somewhere on the West Coast." Now, scrolling through the university's student directory, the name "Daniel Riley" practically leaped off the screen. Her palms grew damp. She ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands. The campus was swarming with people, yet a feeling of intense isolation washed over her. She knew Daniel's voice intimately, the cadence of his laughter, the way he’d describe the sunsets from his hypothetical Californian balcony. It was a comfortable, familiar voice, that now felt like a stranger's.