Gemotions

The art gallery was supposed to be a romantic date, but for Olivia, it felt more like a chore. She wandered through the exhibits, the abstract paintings and sculptures failing to hold her attention. She felt a profound disconnect, a deep sense of… something that she couldn't articulate, a feeling that always seemed to be present recently.

A man, his face flushed with anger, approached her. “He’s… he's here with me!” the man said. Olivia stared at him, confused, and then saw Mark, her date, across the room, hand in hand with another woman. The air in the gallery thickened, the colors of the artwork blurring before her eyes. The ache in her chest intensified, leaving her unable to speak.