Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it even messier than usual. The news had landed like a physical blow. Sarah, the renowned architect, the one who designed skyscrapers, actually worked at a small retail shop, assembling furniture. His stomach twisted into knots.

“Just… why?” The question, barely a whisper, hung in the air of his sparsely furnished apartment. He replayed their conversation in his head, a constant loop of his praise and her fabricated responses.

He went through the motions of making dinner, but the food tasted like ashes. The knowledge felt like a weight, heavy and suffocating. He understood now why she always seemed so hesitant when describing her job.