Gemotions

The chipped ceramic mug felt too hot in Maya's grip, mirroring the slow burn in her chest. She stared at Liam, pretending to study her notes. He whistled, completely oblivious, as he folded laundry on her bed – *her* bed. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to see him flinch. The audacity of it, reading her most private thoughts. The crumpled page, carelessly tossed aside, had confirmed her suspicions.

A tremor ran through her, fingers clenching tight. It was a new year, but she felt the same, a coiled spring ready to snap. She would have to find a way to make him pay, but a simple confrontation would not do. A meticulous, slow burn was in order.