Gemotions

The weight on Arthur’s chest made it hard to breathe. He stared at the ceiling, the familiar patterns of the plaster mocking him. Elizabeth’s phone calls. The hushed tones. The secrecy. They had chipped away at the foundation of their life, leaving behind a hollow space.

He got out of bed, the floorboards cold beneath his feet. He walked to the window and looked out. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but he saw no beauty in them. His heart felt leaden, and his future was shrouded in a darkness he couldn’t see through.