Gemotions

A tremor ran through Ethan’s body as he flipped the final page. The ending. It was… unsettling. He felt the ground shifting beneath him, the known world dissolving into something unfamiliar. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

He glanced at the bedroom door, where Maya was probably asleep. He couldn't imagine looking at her the same way again. The way she smiled, the way she told stories—were they real, or had they been penned?

His throat felt constricted. He felt an intense need to escape. He wanted to scream. He wanted to understand.