Gemotions

He stared at the blank TV screen. The apartment felt suffocating, each breath a conscious effort. He’d caught her once, whispering into her phone late at night, a sound that sliced through the quiet, and now his mind was racing. He needed air, needed to break free from this relentless feeling of being trapped.

He kept replaying the events, looking for clues, for hints. The way she'd avoid his gaze, the way she jumped whenever her phone rang. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He stood, pacing the worn floorboards, his anxiety growing with each step.