Gemotions

He paced the living room, the worn rug doing little to soften his heavy footfalls. The email on his laptop screen, detailing the terms of the lease amendment – *absolutely no pets allowed* – blazed like a digital sun. Liam ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture doing nothing to alleviate the growing pressure behind his eyes.

"She knew! SHE KNEW!" he muttered under his breath, the words laced with acid. The thought of Chloe casually ignoring his wishes, his needs, his… sanity, was a red-hot poker twisting in his gut.

He stopped, abruptly, and slammed a fist on the coffee table, a move that made the picture frames rattle. The delicate china figurines on the top shelf seemed to lean precariously. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, tasting blood.

The aroma of her freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen. He wanted to go in there and smash the pot to smithereens.