Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, as Sarah ran her fingers over the smooth cover of the book. She knew every inch of this room; every painting, every piece of furniture, and it was all described in detail, a tale of their lives.

She found it on his desk, hidden under a pile of bills. The protagonist in the novel was a direct stand-in for her. It chronicled every major event of their relationship. The good, the bad, and the mundane. Now, the ordinary felt extraordinary.

The memories of past summers washed over her. The sound of his laughter. The feeling of his hand in hers. She felt a profound sense of loss for the way things used to be, a time before their life was a story.