Gemotions

The world swam. Amelia blinked, trying to clear her vision. The librarian had handed her the book, smiling cheerfully. “Your biography, Miss Davies! Quite a fascinating life, according to the author.” She forced a smile in return, then retreated to a quiet corner, the weight of the book pressing down on her. The words, the intimate details, felt like a violation.

A coldness seeped into her bones. She had never given permission. She had never shared these things. It was a caricature, not her. She started to tremble, the book sliding from her numb fingers and falling to the floor with a soft thud, a hollow echo in the vast library.