Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment suddenly felt like a prison. Sarah knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that the character with the fiery red hair, the penchant for dramatic pronouncements, the tendency towards impulsive behavior… was her. David had written it all, every exasperating trait laid bare for the world to see. He even got her childhood trauma right. How?

She felt a strange disconnect, like looking at her own reflection in a funhouse mirror. Her hands trembled as she clutched the manuscript.

"You really thought this was a good idea?" she asked, her voice barely audible. The question hung in the air, unanswered, a testament to his audacity. She wanted to scream.