Gemotions

The world felt muted, as if someone had turned down the volume. A strange quiet had settled over everything. Claire sat on the sofa, clutching the open book to her chest. It was a novel, a very familiar one. She recognized the characters, their mannerisms, their secrets. They were reflections of her and Mark, though refracted through a distorted lens. She blinked, and a tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. She felt like she was trapped in a funhouse mirror, every reflection stretched and misshapen.

Her hand trembled as she reached to set the book down.