Gemotions

The cool metal of the laptop’s casing felt like ice against Marcus's skin. He slammed the lid shut. Years. Years of shared expenses, of careful budgeting, of him thinking they were *together*. He walked over to the window, staring out at the manicured lawn. The perfect facade. The life they built together. All lies.

His hands shook as he reached for the whiskey bottle. He took a long, burning swallow. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. He’d trusted her. He'd poured his heart out to her. And she had been secretly planning her own future, without him.

He pictured her, her smile, her touch. And now, he felt only a cold emptiness, a void where trust had once resided. He slammed the glass down, the sound cracking through the stillness of the house. He had to confront her. He had to know the truth. He started pacing, the anger building with each step.