Gemotions

The worst part wasn't the novel itself, but the utter lack of communication. David had found the manuscript hidden away in a password-protected file on his computer, a digital vault. It felt like a carefully constructed betrayal. He hadn't even known his partner had been writing.

The story cast him as the villain. The character representing him was cold, detached, and emotionally unavailable, a man who consistently failed to meet the needs of his partner. David slammed his fist on the table.

He felt a deep, visceral rage churning in his gut. Every word, every meticulously crafted sentence, was a judgment, a condemnation. The space around him felt too small, too confining. He had to get out. He grabbed his keys and slammed the front door behind him.