Gemotions

He’d always been a storyteller, a dreamer. But seeing her name, “Eleanor Vance”, scrawled across the first page of the manuscript, a novel titled "The Professor's Muse," sent a wave of…unease through her. Her breath hitched. The words felt like a betrayal.

She walked away from the desk, a sudden chill clinging to her skin. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, too cheerful. She found herself rearranging the books on the shelf, straightening each spine with meticulous care.

Later, when he arrived, she met him at the door with a forced smile. "How was your day, darling?" she asked, her voice tight. He beamed, oblivious. His happiness felt…wrong. She found herself retreating, wanting to scream.