Gemotions

He walked through the house, the polished wooden floors reflecting his restless movements. The discovery of the account had stolen his appetite, his ability to focus, his peace of mind. He found the evidence tucked away, a secret language speaking of betrayal. A knot formed in his stomach. Each step felt heavy.

He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to wipe away the truth. He felt trapped, suffocated by the unseen walls of the lies. The air itself seemed heavy, dense, and he struggled to draw a full breath. The quiet in the house amplified everything, a loud and constant reminder of his pain.