Gemotions

"Ugh," Clara sighed, collapsing onto the park bench. The autumn leaves swirled around her feet, a kaleidoscope of colors that failed to cheer her. Even the usually invigorating crisp air felt stale today.

Liam was always glued to his phone these days. He’d disappear for long stretches, claiming work calls. But the furtive glances, the quick hang-ups when she entered the room… they felt off.

She watched him from across the park, pretending to read a book. He was on the phone again, his body language tight, his voice a low murmur. A feeling of utter desolation washed over her.