Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. He was late again, a pattern that had become infuriating. She paced the length of the living room, her bare feet cold against the polished wood floor. When he finally arrived, his phone was already pressed to his ear. He muttered something about work, but his voice was evasive, his gaze flitting around the room, avoiding hers. She felt a heavy weight pressing her down, a sense of being hemmed in by invisible walls.