Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia's chest. She slumped onto the chipped kitchen stool, the cheap metal biting into her skin. Days like this, she'd rather be swallowed by the sofa than face the world. Her phone, clutched in her hand, vibrated with a text: "Party's off, something's come up. So sorry." The message blurred before her eyes. Another let down. Another disappointment. She closed her eyes, the familiar ache in her shoulders intensifying. Just wanted a moment to be seen.