Gemotions

Her voice was almost a whisper, “This can’t be real.” The book was clutched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles were white. The familiar comfort of her home suddenly felt hostile, the walls closing in. The vibrant artwork that adorned her walls seemed to stare back at her with condemnation.

Each sentence, each carefully crafted paragraph, felt like a deliberate blow. Her life, her very essence, was now a public spectacle. She felt a wave of dizziness, and she swayed on her feet.

She sank into a chair, the words of the biography echoing in her mind. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.