Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. Knowing the truth about Ethan's job, seeing the low quality of his work, left a bad taste in her mouth. She tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt thin and thin, making her hyperventilate. She wanted to scream.

She clutched the worn sofa cushion, the familiar fabric offering no comfort. The thought of their shared laughter, their easy conversations, now felt tainted, poisoned. She hated him. She hated his dishonesty.

The world seemed to be closing in around her, the walls of the apartment closing in on her. She had to get out, leave, cleanse herself of this filth. She stood up, knocking over a lamp in her haste.