Gemotions

The headache had been steadily worsening all morning. Now, staring at the perfectly worded apology, it threatened to split his skull. He'd been looking forward to a relaxing evening. He’d even bought a bottle of wine. Now, everything felt tainted.

He tossed the letter on the table with a dismissive gesture. The words, while carefully chosen, felt hollow. He felt a wave of nausea, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. He abruptly stood up and began pacing the room, the same frustrated thoughts circling in his head. Then he left the bottle of wine, unopened, on the counter and marched out the door.