Gemotions

The smell of her perfume, a fragrance he'd chosen for her, now felt like a suffocating presence in the air. He'd found the laptop in the guest room, the screen still flickering with the words. His jaw was clenched, his vision was tunneling. The narrative, detailing her every quirk, her anxieties, her vulnerabilities, was almost complete.

He shoved the laptop aside, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent house. The urge to smash something, anything, was almost overwhelming. He felt a sudden, powerful impulse to leave, to disappear, to obliterate any trace of himself from this life.

He grabbed his keys and jacket. The front door slammed behind him, a furious punctuation mark to the life he thought they shared.