Gemotions

The soft melody of the music emanating from Michael’s headphones was completely at odds with the rage bubbling inside Ethan. He’d discovered the manuscript on his desk, hidden beneath a pile of bills. It portrayed him as a controlling, jealous partner, a characterization that felt like a deliberate stab. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He ripped the headphones from Michael’s head. “Explain this,” he snarled, shoving the manuscript into his face.

Michael flinched, his eyes wide. He pulled away slightly, as if physically recoiling from Ethan’s anger. “It’s…it’s just a story,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Ethan felt a coldness wash over him. “Is it? Or is it a thinly veiled attempt to air your grievances? Is this how you *really* see me?”