Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, almost accusing. David stared at the typed words on the page. His name – or, rather, a thinly veiled pseudonym – stared back at him. “The Betrayal of Oliver.”

His heart hammered against his chest. It felt like someone had punched him, the breath knocked out of him. The fictional Oliver was a monster, a manipulator, a liar. And he had written him. Had crafted him. The man he loved, the man he shared his life with, had made him a villain.

He felt utterly, completely exposed. His skin prickled with a cold sweat. He backed away from the desk, as if the words themselves might reach out and grab him.