Gemotions

He didn’t expect to find anything of value, but then he discovered the diaries. Frank opened the first one, the pages filled with neat handwriting. The details were mundane at first, but then came the descriptions of a growing affection, a life shared.

He began to read with increasing urgency, a feeling akin to being trapped in a slow-motion car crash. He found his brow furrowed as he read more. His hands started to sweat. His stomach churned.

He slammed the diary shut. The words echoed in his head, a relentless reminder of what he lacked. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck. He wanted to scream.