Gemotions

The realization struck her like a physical blow. The words, so artfully constructed, were a portrait of *her*. Everything about her. The way she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her secret fear of heights. The books she secretly read in bed. A profound disquiet settled in her stomach.

She felt disconnected, as if she were observing herself from a great distance. A strange numbness crept through her limbs, making her feel clumsy and off-balance. She couldn't breathe. Her hands and feet felt leaden.

He entered the room, oblivious. "Honey, I finished dinner," he called out. She just stared at the laptop. Her vocal cords were frozen. She didn't respond. She felt paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak, her mind struggling to process the information.