Gemotions

He’d given her a pen, a gift to spur her own creativity. Now, she held a manuscript that was the antithesis of all her hopes. He had turned their life into a stage and her into a villain. The realization left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The apartment suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. She felt a throbbing ache behind her eyes, a prelude to a headache. She needed to escape.

She left the apartment and walked, the city lights a blur. Each step was a deliberate act of defiance. The only solace was the hard ground under her feet.