Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, painting the space in hues of melancholic orange. Olivia felt a profound sense of exhaustion as she read through the pages of the manuscript. Her partner, had written a story about their life together. The character based on her was flawed, a constant failure. A bitter taste lingered on her tongue.

She pushed herself to her feet, moving slowly as though burdened by an invisible weight. The apartment felt like a prison. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. She felt utterly and completely deflated.