Gemotions

I avoided the library. I couldn't bear to see it, the place we’d both envisioned leading. I couldn't bear to see his face, his triumph. I walked by it on my daily commute, the building looming over me like a dark monument.

My hands clenched, knuckles white. The anger simmered, a constant low hum beneath the surface. I started planning. Not in detail, not yet, just ideas. A subtle remark to the mayor? A complaint to the board? It would take time, but I wouldn't let him get away with this.

The thought of his easy victory fueled a new resolve, a cold determination that had nothing to do with friendship. It only involved one thing.