Gemotions

The expensive wallet practically gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights of the deserted subway station. It was almost comical, the irony. Chloe traced the sleek surface with a fingertip. Her fiancé, Mark, had just left. For someone else. With her best friend. The betrayal felt like a lead weight in her chest.

She picked it up, finding it incredibly heavy. The crisp bills, a small fortune. A part of her wanted to scream, to lash out, to make someone pay for this desolation she was feeling.

She wanted to spend it all, to waste it on something frivolous and foolish. That would show them. But the thought flickered, then died. She tucked the wallet away, the weight of the moment pressing down.