Gemotions

The scent of his cologne, usually comforting, now seemed cloying, suffocating. He’d been unusually distant lately, glued to his phone, disappearing for clandestine calls in the evenings. His sudden interest in late-night walks, a habit he'd never cultivated, unnerved her. She sat on the edge of the bed, picking at the loose threads of the quilt, a nervous tick she hadn't displayed in months. A hollow feeling spread through her, a void expanding in her chest. Each ring of his phone, when she heard it from the next room, felt like a small, sharp stab.