Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, a stark contrast to the churning anxiety that had plagued Elias for weeks. He’d stumbled upon Mark’s manuscript on the computer. It was a romance, and the female lead was, undeniably, him.

He read, rapt. It chronicled their meet-cute, their inside jokes, their shared dreams. It spoke of deep affection and unwavering support. Elias's mouth slowly curved into a smile, his unease melting away with each passing sentence.

The bread was ready. The crust was perfect, golden brown. He sliced a thick piece and, with a lightness in his step, carried it out to the garden where Mark often relaxed. The sun felt warmer.