Gemotions

The microwave beeped, jolting Leo from his preoccupation. He grabbed the reheated lasagna, the plastic container burning his fingertips. His stomach churned as he forced down the first few bites, the food tasting like cardboard. He'd been snapping at everyone all week, even the dog. He caught Maya, his partner, sneaking away to the balcony again, phone pressed to her ear. The tight knot in his chest constricted further. The urgency in her hushed tones grated on his nerves. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones.