Gemotions

David slammed the album shut, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent apartment. His grandfather, the devoted husband, the man who’d always spoken of his love for his grandmother, was in these photos with a woman who wasn't her. The images were vibrant, full of life, a stark contrast to the life he knew.

He paced the room, his hands running through his hair. He could barely breathe. The love story he'd grown up with, the romantic tale that had shaped his own views on marriage – it was a fabrication. A fraud.

He grabbed his coat and keys, needing to escape the suffocating weight of this revelation. The truth, in that moment, felt like a personal affront.