Gemotions

The manuscript lay open on her desk, the pages whispering to her in a language she didn’t understand. Her entire existence, distilled and packaged for others to consume. She felt a profound weight settle in her stomach, a leaden feeling she couldn't shake. Her fingers traced the words, a futile attempt to erase the truth they held.

She pushed herself away from the desk. The grand, sunlit room felt suddenly confining. The ornate furniture, usually a source of pleasure, now seemed alien and cold. She walked to the window, staring out at the vibrant cityscape, but all she saw was a blur.

A deep sigh escaped, shaking her shoulders. This intrusion... it felt like a betrayal.