Gemotions

He’d called the main character “Evelyn,” but it was undeniably him. The clumsy jokes, the habit of leaving socks on the floor, the way he always pretended to know about obscure bands. Clara traced the glowing letters on the screen with a trembling finger. He’d written about her insecurities, her fear of commitment, the way she sometimes cried when she thought no one was watching.

The blood rushed to her cheeks. She was not a character in his little play. She was real. She spun on her heel, and grabbed her car keys, already knowing her destination. She would not be home when he woke up. She had a sudden craving for the rawest, spiciest sushi she could find, and would sit there, alone, and stare down her partner’s attempt to confine her.