Gemotions

The vibrant, sunny day seemed to mock Ethan’s inner turmoil. He’d just seen Michael, his supposed "international businessman," delivering pizzas on a scooter. The image was burned into his memory.

He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms contracting with a sudden intensity. He felt a primal urge to destroy something. The perfect facade was gone.

He stalked through the park, each step radiating his mounting tension. He kicked a stray pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. The weight of the deception felt physically oppressive.

The lies, the elaborate charade, had stripped away something crucial from their relationship. He was left feeling empty. He wanted to feel something, anything, other than this… this hollow ache.