Gemotions

The words on the screen blurred as tears stung her eyes. It was her, this character, named "Eliza." Her habits, her quirks, her deepest fears, all laid bare for the world to see, or at least, for him to see. He'd romanticized her flaws, twisted her insecurities.

She pushed back from the desk, the chair scraping against the floor. She needed to breathe, to get away. She’d always wanted a motorcycle, something sleek, fast, and untamed. She'd been putting it off. The time for putting things off was over. She found a dealership that was open late.