Gemotions

He’d always suspected something wasn’t right. The inconsistent schedule, the disappearing acts, the vague excuses. But now, seeing the same man, holding the same coffee cup he’d given to *her*, laughing with a stranger at the park bench they always met at…the suspicion solidified into a brutal certainty.

A bitter taste flooded his mouth. His fists clenched so tight that his nails bit into his palms. He felt a chilling sense of betrayal, a profound emptiness spreading through his core.

He turned away, forcing himself to walk, to breathe, to keep his composure. The world seemed to be closing in around him. He felt very lost.