Gemotions

The living room, usually a haven of quiet comfort, now felt like a suffocating cage. John paced, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. He’d found the manuscript tucked between some old magazines. It was… unsettling.

He picked up a cushion, squeezing it so hard his knuckles turned white. His partner, Emily, had always been a private person, and now he felt like he was sifting through her dirty laundry. Every page was a fresh jab at his character.

The room seemed to spin. He needed air. He opened the front door and stepped outside, inhaling deeply, searching for a moment of peace.