Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the hollow feeling inside. He stood by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a blurred reflection of his own blurry thoughts. This unsettling sensation had taken hold of him, and he knew it was going to be difficult to shake.

She'd become secretive, her phone glued to her hand. He'd seen the texts, the quick glances, the way she'd abruptly end conversations when he entered the room. He felt his blood pressure rise, and gripped the counter, forcing himself to breathe.