Gemotions

The world felt distorted, the colors bleeding together. After finding the call records, Mark found himself unable to focus, a buzzing in his ears. Every mundane object in the apartment—the chipped coffee mug, the worn armchair—seemed to amplify his confusion and disarray.

He replayed the image of his partner, David, on the phone, a secretive smile playing on his lips. Fury warred with a hollow ache. It was a vicious battle, stealing his breath.

He slammed his fist against the wall, the impact sending a jarring shock through his arm. Silence then, just the pain.