Gemotions

The train rumbled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter a backdrop to my inner turmoil. I closed my eyes, picturing the restaurant, the flickering candlelight, the intimate conversation I’d shared with him last week. He’d looked at me, utterly devoted. Utterly.

My jaw clenched. The revelation – the chance encounter with another woman at his apartment – still felt unreal. I could feel my cheeks burning, the heat of embarrassment spreading through me. I replayed every shared laugh, every affectionate touch, the way he'd looked at me like I hung the stars.

The memory of the other woman's face, the flash of understanding and then, horror, flooded my senses. I opened my eyes, staring at the blurred landscape rushing past the window. I had the urge to scream. I’d poured my heart out to someone who’d been playing a game.