Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the artwork on their walls seemed to mock him. He had found the messages, hidden on the tablet, a string of coded communication that led him to a number of unanswered questions. The world around him had become unfamiliar, and the comfort of his surroundings had dissipated.

He started to drink, a single glass of wine, then another, the alcohol failing to numb the feeling that had settled over him. When he looked at her across the dinner table, he saw a stranger.

Later, she found him in the living room, staring out the window. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with a genuine concern he no longer trusted. He turned to face her, his mouth opening to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He shook his head, unable to articulate the turmoil raging within him, his eyes betraying all.