Gemotions

The story was nothing short of a travesty. He'd stolen their history, twisted it, and presented it to the world. She’d always believed in the sanctity of their connection, and now she felt as if the entire thing had been soiled.

The air in the room felt heavy, the scent of his cologne, usually a comfort, now a source of revulsion. She picked up a decorative vase, examining its fine details. She focused only on that.

She hurled it against the wall, shattering the vase and releasing a scream that had been trapped inside her for what felt like an eternity.