Gemotions

Her carefully constructed research plan suddenly seemed worthless. His leaving was akin to the rug being pulled out from under her. She felt a profound sense of futility. She wanted to smash something.

She drove home, ignoring the red lights, and the speed limit. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles were white. The silence in her apartment was deafening.

She slumped onto the couch, her body heavy with the weight of her disappointment. Tears streamed down her face. She closed her eyes, the image of him, the man who was leaving, the man who was supposed to be there, branded on her eyelids.