Gemotions

The world seemed to have dulled to shades of grey. Liam slumped onto the couch, the remote slipping from his numb fingers. He'd found the phone tucked away in a drawer, the call log a tapestry of unanswered questions. He felt the weight of it, the hollow ache in his chest, like a physical burden.

He stared blankly at the television screen, the images blurring into meaningless noise. Sarah's excuses, her hurried departures, the way she flinched when he touched her – they all coalesced into a painful picture. A picture he didn't want to see. His appetite vanished, the thought of food making him feel queasy.

He picked up the phone again, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning in his gut. The silence was deafening, amplified by the emptiness in the apartment. He wished he could go back in time, to the days before the secret calls, before the shadow had fallen over their life together.