Gemotions

The manuscript lay open on the dining table, a mocking testament to Robert's deceit. The character based on her, Emily, was a careless, irresponsible free spirit, a label she despised. She slammed her fist down on the table, the impact making the pages flutter.

Her face was a mask of disbelief. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She was shaking. The room swam before her eyes. The betrayal felt like a physical blow. She felt the urge to scream, to shatter something, to destroy anything within reach.

She abruptly stood, knocking her chair over as she went. She fled the room, needing to be away from the poisonous atmosphere. The front door slammed behind her, the noise echoing through the silent house.