Gemotions

"Another late night," Lisa had mumbled, kissing David goodbye that morning. He returned home to a cold, empty house and the distinct smell of fresh coffee that suggested she had left hours before. He found a notebook on the nightstand, its pages filled with neat handwriting.

He opened it, curious, and the air seemed to drain from the room. It was a story about their life together. Their hopes, their dreams, and their quiet disappointments. He saw his own flaws mirrored in the words.

A wave of emptiness washed over him. His legs felt weak, his vision blurred. He sank onto the bed, the notebook falling from his grasp. The world felt muted, as if someone had turned down the volume on life.