Gemotions

The air in the gallery felt thin, stifling. He’d meticulously planned the unveiling of his latest painting, a piece dedicated to the woman he thought he loved. Now, the gallery was nearly empty, and he felt a cold dread creeping through his veins. He had told her that this event was a defining moment for them. He checked his watch again, then again. His heart hammered in his chest. A well-dressed woman, holding a single red rose, materialized beside him. Her jaw dropped. “Is this…him?” she managed, her voice cracking.