Gemotions

The first line, "She was a study in contradictions," almost made Mark want to throw the book across the room. He slammed it down on the coffee table, the sound sharp in the quiet apartment. He'd found it on the bookshelf, nestled between a biography of Churchill and a history of Roman architecture.

He picked it back up, his jaw clenched. He was "Marcus," a brooding artist, a man of few words, trapped by a difficult past. The character was, on the surface, him. But the details were…wrong. The nuances were missing. The vulnerability, the grit, the *effort* he put into being himself.

He scoffed. This was a shallow imitation, a watered-down version of the person he presented to the world. He tossed the book onto the floor, the act a deliberate display of dismissal. Let her read it and see what a mess she'd made of his life.