Gemotions

The pizza box sat unopened on the coffee table, a testament to the abandoned movie night they’d planned. Amelia stared at it, a knot forming in her stomach. Ethan’s casual announcement, delivered with his usual easygoing charm, had been a blow she hadn't anticipated.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. She imagined him, already planning his new life, his new friends. Her mind, racing, conjured up scenarios of Ethan, happy and carefree, without her. The thought sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated frustration through her.

She kicked the box, sending it skidding across the floor. The cardboard lid flew open, the smell of pepperoni and burnt cheese filling the air. She felt a burning need to break something. Anything.