Gemotions

The aroma of cinnamon filled the air, the same aroma that used to fill his grandmother's kitchen. Now, it filled the bakery down the street, selling "Chef Dominique’s Cinnamon Rolls." Henry’s heart ached with each bite he saw people take. They would never know the pain he felt.

He lost his focus, his work suffered, and he found himself staring out the window, watching them queue. The world seemed to shrink around him. The silence in his apartment became deafening. Each night, he'd pace, reliving the betrayal, the injustice. The sweetness of the cinnamon, once comforting, now felt like a bitter poison.