Gemotions

“How?” she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. The biography on her desk was a precise replica of her life. Every detail, every feeling, every doubt— all recorded. The sheer audacity of it, the invasion of her most private moments, left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a tightening that made it difficult to breathe. She threw the book across the room. It landed with a soft thud, a stark contrast to the explosion of emotion within her. She wanted to disappear, to be swallowed up by the floor.