Gemotions

The salt stung Liam's eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, the blankets pulled tight around him like a shield. The stale scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of the life he was beginning to doubt. He'd found the phone tucked away in her purse, a new model he hadn’t known about. The call log, a simple, damning list. He didn’t want to see the world, the sky, her, the sun; everything, all of it, now felt tainted. The silence in the apartment was deafening, broken only by his shallow, ragged breaths.