Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the kitchen. She poured herself another glass of wine, the ruby liquid doing little to warm her insides. She stumbled upon the laptop file by chance, a new password now unlocked. It was the novel.

He'd been working on it for months, and now she read her own tragic tale, a portrait of a woman who was never good enough, who could never be loved.

She leaned against the counter, suddenly weary. The world felt muted, its vibrant hues now faded. The simple act of breathing seemed an enormous effort. The glass slipped from her hand and shattered, shards glinting on the floor like cruel eyes.