Gemotions

Her hands were shaking so violently she could barely hold the photographs. Photos of them, laughing, kissing, intertwined. Photos she'd carefully curated and cherished. Then she saw the other woman's pictures. The exact same locations, the same poses, a different face. The rage bloomed in her chest, a burning coal. She wanted to smash something, to tear the pictures to shreds. She felt her face flush, heat spreading from her chest to her cheeks. She took a step back, her vision blurring, the room starting to spin. She muttered one word, "Liar," before turning and running out the door.