Gemotions

The small, stuffy room felt like a pressure cooker. The manuscript, titled "Echoes of the Past," lay open on the coffee table. The character named "Olivia" was a caricature of her, a grotesque reflection of her flaws and insecurities.

She felt a powerful urge to shatter something, anything. She picked up a ceramic vase, turning it over in her hands, her knuckles white. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He had laid her bare for the whole world to see.

Her hands shook. She gently set the vase back down, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. The very air around her felt toxic.