Gemotions

"CrimsonTide" had become his lifeline. For weeks, Marcus had poured his anxieties into their conversations, finding solace in their understanding. A single text arrived: "Hey, I'm at the library on 5th and Main. Come by if you feel up to it." The words seemed to echo in the hollow space of his chest. He knew that library; he'd spent his childhood there, before he'd let the world crush him.

He hadn't been outside in days. The thought of facing the world, and especially her, felt like an insurmountable challenge. His throat constricted. He hated himself for not having the strength.

He slumped further into his chair, the room spinning slightly. The prospect of facing the person who seemed to see him, to care for him, was more terrifying than anything he could imagine. He buried his face in his hands, and the world went silent.