Gemotions

The air in the quiet library felt thick and heavy, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the cafe where they’d agreed to meet. Michael tapped his pen against the table, the sound echoing in the silent room. He’d arrived early, eager to see Maria. He felt a nervous tension in his jaw, and a tremor in his hand.

He hated being late. He hated waiting. The silence amplified his unease. He felt exposed, vulnerable. His gaze kept returning to the entrance, waiting for her. The longer he waited, the more agitated he became.

Finally, he saw her, but she wasn’t alone. A man followed her inside, hand in hand. She turned, her eyes widening in a mixture of fear and horror when she caught sight of Michael. He felt the blood drain from his face as she spoke. "Oh God, it’s you.”