Gemotions

"You didn't really think..." Mark trailed off, the words catching in his throat. He’d just finished explaining the disastrous karaoke night to Jessica, the one where he'd frozen on stage and had been booed off. He felt a creeping heat in his cheeks as Jessica chortled, claiming he had "owned the stage". His stomach lurched. The details were crystal clear in his mind - the red light, the judging eyes, the mortifying silence that had followed his off-key singing. She had, in her version, clearly stolen the show. He felt completely adrift, lost in a sea of her false revisionism.