Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee hung heavy in the air. Evelyn stared at the pages, scattered across the kitchen table. Each sentence, a carefully crafted betrayal. Her life, reduced to a series of predictable events, her voice, a whisper barely audible in the book. A coldness spread through her limbs. She shivered, though the kitchen was warm. This was her reality reflected, distorted in the pages of this book.

She picked up a pen and, without thinking, began to scribble furiously across a paragraph describing a cherished memory. She wanted to obliterate the words, to erase the image of herself that her partner had etched onto the page. The pen dug into the paper. The world around her seemed to shrink.