Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the museum seemed to press in on him, adding to the hollowness in David's chest. He drifted from exhibit to exhibit, the artwork failing to register. He leaned against a wall, struggling to maintain his composure. A woman, her face illuminated by the soft glow of a nearby painting, approached him. Her eyes shone. He recognized her. He recognized the perfume, the way she smiled. A man emerged from the shadows. The same man. The knot in David's stomach tightened. The man offered her a hand, and she took it, her fingers interlacing with his. The man was wearing the watch *he'd* given her.