Gemotions

The scent of his cologne, usually comforting, now filled the air with a suffocating weight. He sat in his armchair, a forgotten cup of tea at his side. He'd seen it, the manuscript, tucked away on his partner's cloud storage account.

It was a story about their life together, but twisted and malformed into a narrative of manipulation, a constant struggle against a selfish partner.

The silence of the house had become an active presence, a relentless reminder of the chasm between them. He felt a deep hollowness, a void that seemed to echo inside him. He leaned his head against the high back of the armchair, eyes closed, wishing for oblivion.