Gemotions

The email arrived, a concise announcement devoid of any personal sentiment. He was leaving for a "fantastic opportunity." *Fantastic*. The audacity. She reread the message, the words twisting in her gut like a tightening knot.

She started pacing her apartment, the confines of her small space suddenly feeling suffocating. Every object in the room seemed to radiate the injustice. She picked up a framed photo of him at a conference, a grimace contorting her face.

He had never truly seen her, or the work. The realization settled over her like a heavy shroud. Her hands clenched until her knuckles turned white. She tossed the photo into the trash.