Gemotions

The cramped apartment felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken apologies. Sarah sat on the worn couch, the novel she'd purchased clutched in her hands, her knuckles white. She’d been so selfish. The book's pages seemed to mock her, the characters' emotions too raw.

Then, a small piece of paper fluttered out. A confession, a plea, from a voice long gone. It spoke of a betrayal, a wound that had never fully healed. A knot tightened in her throat. She understood. The book slipped from her grasp and landed on the floor. The damage was done.