Gemotions

"Just a peek," he’d said, voice wavering. But for Chloe, the betrayal was etched into her very bones. She went to the communal fridge, opened a can of tuna, and carefully, deliberately, squeezed the contents onto the handle of his toothbrush.

She considered writing a note on the dry-erase board, but decided against it. Instead, she spent the afternoon compiling a playlist of his least favorite music - all polka and Gregorian chants - and set it to loop on his speakers.

Then, she unplugged his phone charger.