Gemotions

The restaurant was too bright, the music too loud. She saw him talking, animated, his phone held close to his ear. The waitress approached, and she snapped, cutting off her offer of refills. The world narrowed, focusing on his silhouette.

It was the fifth call this week, each one taking place in a different location, always clandestine. She stood up abruptly, knocking over her chair, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. She wanted to throw something, to shatter the pleasant façade they had built together, but her limbs felt heavy, leaden.