Gemotions

The drive home felt longer than usual. The radio's cheerful chatter grated on Sam's nerves. He could feel a knot tightening in his stomach, a physical manifestation of the news he'd just received: Olivia was leaving.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He imagined the quiet evenings, the lack of shared jokes, the void that would be left in his life. He felt a wave of nausea.

He pulled over to the side of the road, the car’s engine sputtering, the noise echoing his heart. He sat there, staring out at the world, and wanting to disappear.