Gemotions

The silence of the library usually comforted Olivia. Today, it only magnified her sense of unease. She sat at a table, the biography open before her, the words blurring before her eyes. The meticulously crafted sentences felt like a betrayal.

She'd stumbled upon the book in a used bookstore, her name staring back at her from the cover. The author, a distant relative, had constructed a narrative of her life, weaving together anecdotes and observations. She felt a chill, a deep sense of invasion.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts. The scent of old paper and ink usually soothed her, but now it only served to heighten her disorientation. She rested her head in her hands, the quiet ache in her heart growing with each passing moment.