Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the tears he wouldn't allow himself to shed. Liam sat on the edge of the unadorned sofa, the silence in the apartment deafening. He'd ruined everything. He’d let his temper flare, said things he shouldn’t have, and now, the meticulously planned surprise for his wife's birthday was off. The decorations lay discarded in the hall closet, a testament to his failings. He picked at a loose thread on the worn upholstery, the rough texture a strange comfort against his trembling fingers. He wanted to call her, to apologize, but the words caught in his throat, choked by a sudden, heavy weight.