Gemotions

The salt spray stung Amelia's face, but she barely noticed. She stood at the edge of the pier, the wind whipping her hair around her face, mirroring the chaos inside. The sea, usually a solace, seemed to mock her with its vastness. The book, a cruel parody of her existence, lay discarded on the sand, its pages soaked and pulped by the encroaching tide. A stranger, a writer she’d never met, had dissected her life, twisting her memories, fabricating relationships and triumphs she'd never experienced. Every chapter was a fresh assault, leaving her feeling utterly exposed and depleted, adrift in a sea of manufactured sentiment.