Gemotions

The small apartment felt like a cage. The brightly coloured walls, which had once felt so cheerful, now seemed to mock her with their forced positivity. Chloe stared at the half-finished jigsaw puzzle on the table, the vibrant image of a tropical island doing little to lift her mood. Michael, her boyfriend, had said he would help her, but didn't show. Again.

The buzzer rang, a harsh, invasive sound. She hesitated, then opened the door. There stood a man, a look of stunned disbelief etched on his face. He held a bag of groceries, clearly intended for someone else.

"I think," he began, his voice hesitant, "we've been seeing the same person."