Gemotions

"So... that's it?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My hands were balled into fists so tight my nails were biting into my skin. Alex just shrugged, that same casual, nonchalant shrug he always did. It felt like a deliberate insult.

The room began to spin. Every single memory flashed through my mind: every late night, every laugh, every inside joke. All of it, just... gone?

I wanted to scream, to lash out, to tell him how utterly unfair this all was, but my throat was closed. I just stood there, paralyzed, watching him, feeling a deep, consuming rage.