Gemotions

It had been so long. The initial sting of betrayal had dulled, replaced by something slower, more persistent. Liam received the apology in the form of an email. The words, typed in Times New Roman, felt sterile and insufficient. He read it once, then again, the screen’s light reflecting in his narrowed eyes.

He imagined deleting the email, erasing the moment, pretending it never happened. He couldn't. He clicked "Reply," his fingers flying across the keyboard. He composed a single sentence, a concise summary of the damage. He hit "send." A small, satisfied smile stretched his lips. It wasn't about forgiveness.