Gemotions

She paced the length of her tiny apartment, the worn floorboards creaking with each step. The argument with Daniel last night still echoed in her ears, each word a hammer blow. He claimed they’d both agreed to paint the mural on the community center wall depicting local wildlife. Sarah remembered the scene differently: He'd been insistent, dictatorial even, and she'd reluctantly agreed, only to find herself overwhelmed and resentful. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her fingernails. It was the way he’d dismissed her feelings, the casual disregard for her perspective, that truly gnawed at her. She felt a burning pressure behind her eyes, the familiar sting of tears. She had to get away from him, from this version of events.