Gemotions

The smell of his cologne, usually a comfort, now made her skin crawl. He'd been so proud, showing her the finished novel. A thinly veiled, cruelly accurate portrayal of their relationship. The protagonist, a woman called Lila, was painted as a difficult, controlling partner.

She stared at the cover, her breath catching in her throat. She’d argued with him about the liberties he took, about the fictional exaggerations. He just smiled and said it was 'artistic license'. The smile was the worst part.

She walked out the door, feeling the world tilting around her. The city's cacophony echoed the turmoil in her mind. She didn’t know where she was going, but she needed to be far away from him. Far away from his version of her.