Gemotions

The stale air of the bus station clung to him like a shroud. Daniel sat on a plastic bench, hunched and alone. Across from him, a woman with dark circles under her eyes nervously chewed on her lip. They were both waiting for different buses, but heading towards the same bitter truth.

The photograph, crumpled in Daniel's pocket, showed "him" laughing. The woman's matching photo sat next to her. The sting of betrayal was a tangible thing, a physical ache in his chest. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed.