Gemotions

The book, a hefty hardback, felt heavy in Elias's hands. He'd found it tucked away in the back of a dusty bookstore, a bargain bin treasure that turned into a personal assault. "Elias, the recluse, forever haunted by the shadows of his past…" Elias snorted. Shadows? He liked his solitude, thank you very much!

He sat down heavily on the park bench, the autumn leaves swirling around him, a stark contrast to the portrait presented in the book. He felt a surge of… annoyance. He hadn’t been consulted. Not a single fact checked! The man, this “author,” had clearly just made it all up. He slammed the book shut, the sound lost in the rustling leaves. He wanted to scream, to tear the book to shreds.