Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the art gallery seemed to amplify the silence. Liam stared at the abstract painting, barely registering the colors and shapes. Beside him, a woman named Chloe was studying the same piece, the same thoughtful look on her face. "He said he hated modern art," Chloe murmured, her voice laced with bewilderment.

Liam couldn't find the energy to respond. He had poured his heart out to this man, sharing his passions and dreams, only to have them regurgitated, repackaged, and offered to someone else. The betrayal was real, but the surprise was absent. He stared at the floor, the polished surface reflecting his face, a mirror image of the hollowness he now felt. The feeling of falling flat hit him square in the chest.