Gemotions

He found himself avoiding her calls. He’d deleted her number from his phone. He couldn’t bear the thought of hearing her voice, the manufactured warmth, the false camaraderie. The news had shattered something within him.

The office felt different now, colder. The sunlight pouring through the windows seemed less bright. Every glance, every shared glance, was a subtle jab. His stomach churned when he saw her name on the door of her new office.

He started arriving early and leaving late, working until the building was empty, his silence a shield. He felt the weight of his unsaid words.