Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the feeling in Amelia's chest. She’d been staring at the same blurry landscape painting for an hour, the colors seeming duller than usual. The kettle whistled, a shrill sound that grated on her nerves. When she finally shuffled into the kitchen, she saw the laptop open on the counter. Daniel must have gone out for a run. A quick glance revealed a document entitled "Her Shadow." Curiosity, a rare visitor these days, pricked at her.

She scrolled through the pages, her stomach twisting with each carefully crafted sentence. He’d painted her, not with words, but with a strange, clinical accuracy that felt alien. Her quirks, her insecurities, her smallest habits were all there, laid bare. A flush crept up her neck, followed by a sensation of being utterly exposed. Daniel had seen her, truly seen her, and now, so had the world, potentially.