Gemotions

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. It was the only sound for a long time. The screen had shown her everything – the meticulously crafted spreadsheets, the bulging balance, the years of quiet accumulation. It was all a cold, hard fact, written in precise numbers.

The air felt thick, close. She needed to breathe, needed to get out. She walked to the window, forcing herself to exhale slowly, watching the cars moving on the street. She felt a burning sensation rising in her chest, a heat that she tried to quell. Her stomach churned.

Her hands clenched. Every shared expense, every promise, every whispered endearment now seemed hollow, stained. She took a deep breath, and walked towards the front door. She needed space, needed a distance from the space they shared. She was already gone.