Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Emily. Her partner, Ben, was on the phone, speaking fluent Mandarin. She had ignored his hints for years, too caught up in her own life, too self-absorbed to appreciate his effort to connect with *her*.

She paced the small apartment, each footstep a condemnation. The books she’d recommended, gathering dust on the shelf, mocked her now. She could have taught him, learned alongside him, created a shared experience. Instead, she’d remained detached, a silent observer in his pursuit.

She sat heavily on the sofa, the cushions offering no comfort. The rhythmic drumming of the rain was a constant reminder of everything she’d lost.