Gemotions

The small, leather-bound journal, hidden beneath her pillow, felt like a betrayal. Inside, Sarah, the protagonist, was a caricature of him. The incessant talking, the endless need for affirmation, the… the way she described his passion, turning it into something trivial. James felt an unfamiliar chill run down his spine.

He walked into the garden, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. He felt a profound sense of distance, a wall he couldn’t breach. He started pacing back and forth, the ground beneath his feet beginning to feel uneven and unfamiliar.