Gemotions

"So, the surgery went great!" Mark said, his smile bright. But Clara found herself unable to reciprocate the enthusiasm. Mark, who claimed to be a neurosurgeon, was now in front of her, dressed in a faded uniform, stacking shelves at the supermarket.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. She had trusted him with her secrets, confided in him about her hopes and dreams, all based on a lie.

The fluorescent lights of the supermarket seemed to mock her. She felt a burning sensation in her eyes, though she refused to let tears fall. Her throat was tight, making it impossible to speak.