Gemotions

The apartment felt sterile, empty, even with all the furniture. He slammed the phone down onto the coffee table, the sound echoing in the stillness. He had confronted her, and she had denied everything. The silence that followed was worse.

He began to clear away her things, methodically, efficiently. The photographs, the clothes, the books. Each item a reminder of the life they had built, now crumbling before his eyes. The world seemed to shrink, reduced to this barren space, this hollow shell of a home.