Gemotions

He had the audacity to call it "fiction". The carefully crafted scenes, the dialogue ripped straight from their arguments, the character's flaws mirroring hers almost exactly. He was attempting to hide his actions. It was an insult. A blatant, dismissive insult.

She ate dinner in silence, pushing the food around her plate. Each bite felt like a betrayal. The television blared, but she couldn’t focus on the images. The world seemed flat, monochrome, devoid of all flavor.

Later, he tried to touch her hand. She flinched, pulling away. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.