Gemotions

He had always been an enigma, shrouded in an air of quiet contemplation. Now, she understood the source of that quiet. The novel, tucked away in a dusty drawer, revealed a version of her that felt both familiar and alien. It was her, but filtered through his perspective. Amelia felt exposed.

The next day, walking the dog, she found herself deliberately choosing the scenic route. She was usually a creature of habit, but today, she was seeking out the most beautiful, most picturesque scenery.

She tried to laugh it off, but her throat felt tight. At the park, she chatted loudly with a stranger. Anything to fill the silence, the void where her usual self had been.