Gemotions

He stared at the document on his phone, the typed words mocking him with their cold precision. Every sentence was a judgment, every paragraph a critique. His stomach churned. He’d trusted her. He'd opened up.

He needed to be alone. He pulled his hoodie over his head, the fabric somehow failing to shield him from the internal storm. He started walking, his pace quickening as he walked through the city streets. He punched the wall of a building.

The cold air offered no solace, the passing cars no distraction. He was trapped, cornered by a life he no longer recognized. He considered his options. The thought of confronting her made his pulse quicken.