Gemotions

The book, a slender volume of poetry, had felt comforting in her hands before. Now, with the discovery of the letter tucked within its pages, it felt like a weapon. He'd poured his heart out, the words dripping with desperation and loneliness. *He had been wronged.* She clenched the paper, her nails digging into her palms. The air in the room felt thick, heavy.

She grabbed the nearest object, a heavy ceramic vase, and flung it against the wall. The crash was deafening, the shards of pottery scattering across the floor. A tight smile twisted her lips. She wanted to scream, to break things, to inflict the same pain. The injustice, the blatant disregard for another human being – it was a pressure building inside.