Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows as Amelia stared at the final chapter, a fictionalized account of their last argument. Her chest felt constricted, a tight band around it that made it difficult to breathe. The protagonist, a mirror image of herself, was depicted with such vivid, heartbreaking detail. It showcased her petty frustrations, her impulsive decisions that always seemed to backfire.

She ran a hand through her hair, a sigh escaping her lips. She could feel his intentions. He meant no harm.

The coffee table in front of her seemed to be a mile away. She closed the laptop, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. The pain in his fictional words was sharp. She understood the effort.