Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. The apology, penned in elegant calligraphy, felt like a deliberate insult. He’d waited, endured, suffered, all while she lived her life, untouched, unburdened. Now this.

He stalked across the room, the worn rug doing little to soften his steps. His fist clenched, his nails digging into his palm. He picked up a heavy glass paperweight, turning it over and over in his hand. The weight of it, the cold smoothness, offered a semblance of control.

He set the paperweight down with a thud, his breath catching in his throat. He would not break.