Gemotions

He found her in the library, sprawled amidst stacks of books. He held up his tablet, the screen displaying the exact architectural model she’d spent the last six months perfecting. Her breath caught in her throat. A bitter taste flooded her mouth. The sheer audacity of it!

"Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck. Her fingers twitched.

She stood up abruptly, knocking over a stack of journals. "Coincidence?" Her voice was sharp, a weapon. She wanted to run, to disappear, to erase the last year of her life.