Gemotions

The smell of stale coffee and printer ink hung thick in the air. Michael's stomach twisted. He’d stumbled upon it by accident, tucked away in the back of a drawer in his partner, David’s, study. A novel, filled with details of their life together, and yet… it felt utterly wrong.

He paced the confines of the small room, the wood floorboards creaking under his weight. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He needed to leave, to get away from the suffocating pressure. He reached for his coat, his movements jerky and swift.

He bumped into David in the hallway. "Where are you going?" David asked, his brow furrowed. Michael paused, his gaze fixed on a point just past David's shoulder. "Out." The word felt clipped, abrupt. He didn't wait for a response.