Gemotions

The leather-bound journal lay open on the coffee table, a stark testament to betrayal. David had been penning a novel, a thinly veiled chronicle of their relationship, casting Liam as the heartless, selfish partner. A cold knot formed in Liam’s stomach. He felt a profound sense of chill.

He didn't scream. He didn't cry. He simply started dismantling David's carefully curated life. He quietly moved the house plants to the far side of the garden, where they wouldn’t get any sunlight. He “accidentally” misplaced David’s favorite tie. He “forgot” to pick up his dry cleaning.

He was meticulous, almost clinical, in his actions. He wanted David to feel the slow, creeping unease of unraveling.