Gemotions

He’d said he was "working late" again. Liam was always "working late." Chloe leaned back against the cool brick of their apartment building, cigarette smoke curling into the twilight. Inside, the muffled murmur of his voice, the rapid tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard – and the scent of unfamiliar perfume that clung to him even after he’d showered.

She’d deleted his contact from her phone, then immediately re-added it, only now she'd renamed it "Mr. Unavailable." He thinks he can just lie. She'd get the truth somehow, some way. A bitter smile played on her lips. She crushed the cigarette under her heel, the red ember a tiny act of destruction.