Gemotions

The drawing was sprawled across the kitchen island, a vivid splash of color. It was *him*. The creature he'd conjured, the companion he'd confided in. Now, the image was being carelessly reproduced by a five-year-old. The injustice of it all!

A knot formed in her throat. She clenched her fists. This was a private matter, a secret she had nurtured for years. Seeing it brought into the light filled her with a simmering resentment.

She bit her lip, forcing a smile. "That’s… a very colorful picture, Lily," she managed, her voice strained. She felt a burning need to escape. She grabbed her keys, mumbling something about going to the store.