Gemotions

It was the same park bench. The same tree. He was the one who had soothed her through her heartbreak, providing advice and support. Now, she felt a cold wave of something bitter wash over her. It was him. He had been there all along.

She stared at the leaves. The image was all too familiar. The gentle words, the comforting empathy. All of it. All lies. She felt trapped. Trapped in a web of deceit. She wanted to explode, to lash out. She stood up abruptly, her knees wobbly. She clenched her hands into fists. She had to get away.