Gemotions

The antique music box sat on her desk, its intricate carvings catching the light. She had wound it that morning, and its delicate melody filled the quiet room. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the website. There it was: her story, her heart, her thoughts, all under the name of "David Carter." It was a betrayal of a very specific kind. The memories, the words, the emotions were all hers, born from her own experiences. She knew the way the melody of the music box would make her feel. It was an echoing chamber of yesteryear. Her heart ached for those days, for the warmth of her youth.

She let out a long, slow breath, a shaky sigh escaping her lips.

Her shoulders slumped.