Gemotions

The pleasant atmosphere of the wine bar felt tainted. He watched as Lisa, his wife, described their anniversary dinner. She spoke of the romantic ambiance, the delicious food, and the tender moments they had shared. He felt a wave of dizziness.

His memory painted a starkly different picture: strained silence, raised voices, and the icy chill of unspoken resentment. He remembered the feeling of disconnect, the crushing weight of unfulfilled expectations.

"Lisa," he began, his voice barely a breath, "I… that's not how I remember it." His heart pounded in his chest.

Lisa’s smile vanished, her expression hardening. She looked at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.