Gemotions

The small, silver locket she always wore felt like a noose around his neck. He remembered the language being spoken in her dreams, the way she had described the vivid and rich imagery of her subconscious. It suddenly made sense. They had met on a trip abroad, and he had been explaining the country's cuisine with a deep level of familiarity.

He felt the metallic gleam of the locket digging into his skin. He yanked at the chain, the clasp snapping free. It felt so easy. He threw the locket across the room and watched it hit the wall.