Gemotions

The print on the page blurred, the words dancing before his eyes. He scanned a passage about his late wife, a person he loved beyond measure, but described in a way he didn't know how to understand. He had never shared these intimate details with anyone. The author had constructed a narrative using borrowed fragments of his life, but the story was unrecognizable to him.

He slammed the book shut, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet room. He felt a sudden, inexplicable anger, a potent rage that threatened to consume him. He needed to be alone, to make sense of the tangled web of half-truths. He needed to escape from the unsettling feeling that he had been betrayed.