Gemotions

The air thrummed with unspoken tension. Across the park bench, the other man, Ben, revealed a gift. A necklace. The exact same necklace that *she* had received from "Daniel" last month. His hands, usually so steady, were shaking. He could feel his skin prickling. He couldn't meet Ben’s gaze. He studied the intricate pattern of the paving stones, desperately seeking an escape from the unbearable situation. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if everything he held dear was crumbling before his eyes.