Gemotions

The audacity. "The Musician's Melody," a fictionalized account of *their* life, *her* secrets laid bare for anyone to read. The audacity of it all was breathtaking.

He had been working on it for months, and kept it a secret. She now understood his late nights, his furtive glances. He was observing her, dissecting her, all without her knowledge. Anger burned through her.

She sat at the kitchen table, running her fingers through her hair. The silence in the apartment was deafening. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that pierced her thoughts. She felt like a specimen under glass.