Gemotions

Her stomach churned. The simple act of brushing her teeth became a battlefield. They had shared everything. The music, the food, the space. Now, she felt a creeping sense of violation. He moved about the room, oblivious, as if their relationship hadn't been irrevocably damaged. She hated his smile, and the way he tried to engage. Each attempted conversation was a reminder of the breach of trust, of the private thoughts and feelings he now possessed. She wanted to scream. Instead, she stared at her reflection, her own face a mask of simmering fury.