Gemotions

“So,” she said, her voice brittle, “where are we going, then?” The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations. He had been so careful, so secretive. The account, a testament to his ambition, and his detachment, was revealed. He leaned against the counter, the cool granite a small comfort against the heat rising within him. He felt the weight of his actions, a crushing burden. He had to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. He felt like he was buried alive, unable to escape his own mistakes.