Gemotions

The restaurant’s chandeliers seemed to mock him, casting glittering shadows that danced with his growing internal turmoil. He’d planned this evening meticulously, a perfect anniversary. The reservation, the wine, the location. All of it, a hollow charade. The woman across from him, the one he’d called “the one,” looked at him with an equally confused expression. His gut twisted at the realization of how he’d been played. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. The clatter echoed in the sudden silence. He shoved his hands in his pockets, refusing to meet her gaze. "Get out," he rasped, his voice rough.