Gemotions

The bedroom felt vast, echoing with the absence of her familiar presence. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the shadows dancing across the room mimicking the turmoil within. He’d gone through the call logs, a slow, agonizing process. The lies, meticulously crafted, were now laid bare. He'd become complacent, allowing the little cracks in their foundation to widen, never suspecting they would one day become chasms. He clenched his fists, feeling a hollow ache in his chest, a constant, gnawing pang of what could have been.