Gemotions

A sense of lethargy had permeated the very air I breathed. The house felt too warm, too close. I sat in a chair by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a reflection of the inner turmoil I felt. I had no energy, nothing felt rewarding.

My girlfriend, Jessica, had been working on a new project. I'd never asked about it. But a notebook sat on the bedside table. I shouldn’t. But I did. A novel, filled with details of our life, our conversations, our unspoken moments. The name of the main character: mine.

I felt a hollowness spread through me.