Gemotions

The coffee cup slipped from his grasp, shattering on the tile floor. A sharp, stinging pain ran through his hand. He didn’t even notice the cut. He was too consumed with the document, “The Serpent’s Kiss.” He'd opened it expecting a new video game or something. Instead, he found a brutal, unflinching portrayal of their relationship, casting him as a vulnerable dupe.

He felt a churning in his gut, a rising wave of… disquiet. He stared at the mess on the floor, the shards of ceramic mirroring the fractured image of his life. He began to breathe heavily, each breath shallow and quick. He needed to get out. He needed to leave, right now.