Gemotions

“Well, this is… interesting,” Julia murmured, her voice laced with amusement and something else. She flipped through the pages, a strange energy coursing through her. She felt like she was plugged into an electrical socket. Her cheeks were flushed.

She gathered all the old photographs of her and her partner. She sat in front of them for hours, studying them, noticing details she’d never seen before. She began to write down memories in a fresh notebook, a tale of her own.

She decided to rearrange the entire flat, moving furniture around, creating a new atmosphere. Every action was a small rebellion, a way of staking her claim on the story.