Gemotions

The sun streaming through the window felt uncomfortably bright. Emily held the book as if it were a fragile bird, its pages threatening to disintegrate in her grasp. The story, a fictionalized version of their relationship, felt like a cruel trick. She had seen the first draft, but now, fully realized, it struck her as a complete betrayal. She felt a lightness, as though she might simply float away. She found herself staring, unable to feel the ground beneath her feet. Her hands were clammy. She knew she should be angry, but instead, there was a vast, empty space where that emotion should be.