Gemotions

The restaurant buzzed with laughter and chatter, but Amelia heard none of it. Her gaze darted from face to face, searching for…what, exactly? A clue? A hidden meaning?

She reread the passage he’d written. The words described a woman at a restaurant, just like this one, sitting with a man, just like…her. The details were too specific, the observations too keen, the internal monologue of the character too…familiar.

She excused herself and went to the restroom. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a stranger staring back. Her carefully constructed façade felt brittle, fragile, ready to shatter.