Gemotions

The book lay open on the coffee table, a cruel mockery of the hours Amelia had spent lost within its pages. She’d read it countless times, each re-reading a comfort, a lifeline. Now, the comforting blanket felt like sandpaper against her skin.

She picked up the volume and flicked through the pages. Each turn of a leaf now felt like a betrayal. Her stomach churned. The author's words, once beacons of originality, now appeared as hollow echoes.

She wanted to burn the book. She wanted to smash it to pieces. She simply wanted to erase the man who had authored it from her mind.