Gemotions

He slammed the car door with unnecessary force. The metal thud resonated in the quiet street, a release valve for the tension coiling in Daniel's chest. Sarah’s account of the concert, a performance they'd attended together years ago, was infuriating. She portrayed it as a joyous occasion, a night of carefree revelry. It was a complete fabrication, an erasure of the true, bitter core.

He strode towards his front door, his jaw clenched, each step a pound of resentment against the pavement. The memory, a festering wound, throbbed with the sting of her revision. Her version of events was not only wrong, it was a blatant betrayal of everything he thought they shared.

He fumbled with his keys, the metal digging into his palm. He needed to get away, to the solitude of his room and the comfort of silence.