Gemotions

He’d always been a quiet boy, shy, almost invisible. Until he wasn't. Now, ten years later, a sculpture of her arrived, cast in bronze. It was a perfect likeness, eerily lifelike. She circled the statue, her fingers tracing the cold metal.

A small plaque was affixed to the base. "My inspiration." The words echoed in the sudden, suffocating silence of her apartment. She felt a strange disorientation, a disconnect between her body and her surroundings.

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to dim. She reached out, her hand trembling, to touch her own face. The cold metal of the sculpture's cheek felt too real, too close. She wanted to scream, but no sound would come out.