Gemotions

He saw the manuscript, a hidden world of anxieties and confessions, and he felt a knot form in his throat. The book was a mirror held up to him, reflecting back his flaws and the consequences of his actions. She had spun a tale of their life together, but he was cast as the flawed hero.

He had confronted her with a torrent of accusations, but the rage had quickly faded, replaced by something much more difficult to define. The air was heavy in the room, thick with the weight of unspoken feelings. She wouldn't look at him.

He reached for her hand. Her skin was cold. He understood, with a sinking feeling, the hurt he had caused.