Gemotions

The laptop hummed, its screen reflecting the dim kitchen light. Sarah leaned closer, squinting at the words. A character named “Elara” stared back at her, her description eerily similar to Sarah herself. Same fiery red hair, same penchant for vintage dresses, even the same nervous habit of chewing on her thumbnail. Her breath caught in her throat. What was this?

She’d thought Mark was working on a project for his company. Late nights hunched over his computer, the tap-tap-tapping of keys echoing through their quiet apartment. Now, she felt a strange pressure in her chest, a knot of unease tightening with each sentence she read.

She ran a hand through her hair, a gesture that felt foreign, alien. Then she closed the laptop, gently.