Gemotions

The weight of it, the sheer audacity of it all, was crushing her. She had meticulously planned every detail of the evening. The romantic restaurant. The shared dessert. The whispered promises. Now, standing here, watching him kiss another woman, all her plans dissolved into a bitter, acrid taste in her mouth.

She felt a wave of dizziness, and she felt like she might throw up. She wanted to hurt him, to scream, to make him feel even a fraction of the agony she was experiencing. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, the scene remained, a permanent scar on her memory.