Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the relentless drumming in Eleanor’s chest. Another missed call from Mark, another cryptic excuse about work. She found him in the kitchen, fiddling with the coffee machine, his back turned. The way he jumped when she entered confirmed her suspicions. He mumbled something about an early meeting, avoiding her gaze. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a cold dread creeping up her spine like icy tendrils.

She watched as he avoided her eyes during breakfast. The silence was thick, heavy, punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery. Each bite felt like a chore, each swallow a struggle. The vibrant yellow wallpaper in the kitchen seemed to mock her, suddenly too bright, too cheerful. The vibrant colour grated on her nerves. She wanted to scream.

He kissed her goodbye, a quick peck on the cheek. She noticed the faint scent of a different cologne, a scent she didn't recognize. The door slammed shut, and the hollow echo resonated through the empty apartment, leaving her feeling small and forgotten. She was alone with her sinking feelings.