Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Amelia. She slumped onto the worn couch, the cushions offering little comfort. Another late night for Liam, she figured. Another dinner eaten alone. A bottle of Merlot sat open on the coffee table, a testament to her isolation. She pulled her knees to her chest, the fabric of her jeans tight around her.

The familiar click of the door latch startled her. Liam walked in, a sheepish grin plastered across his face. He held a bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colours clashing with the dim light. "Hola, mi amor," he said, his voice hesitant.

Amelia stared, her brow furrowing. *Hola?* The knot in her stomach tightened. She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on the muted TV, effectively ignoring him.