Gemotions

He stared at his wife, Bethany. Her decision to become a Sufi had left him reeling. He felt disoriented, as though the ground beneath him had shifted. The news felt like a betrayal of their shared history.

He sat motionless, his hands clenched into fists. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. He felt a profound sense of isolation, as though a wall had been built between them.

He rose from the table and walked toward the window. The setting sun cast a long, lonely shadow across the room. He felt utterly and completely alone.