Gemotions

The laptop screen glared, illuminating Amelia’s stunned face in the dim study. She hadn't been looking for anything specific, just browsing, when the title of the document caught her eye: *The Librarian's Lament*. Her gut clenched. It was *his* writing style, unmistakable. This whole time… a novel, based on *her*? She felt a sudden, heavy pressure in her chest, like someone had placed a boulder there.

She clicked on the file. Words she recognized, experiences they'd shared, twisted and reshaped into a narrative. A fictionalized version of their life together, but with details… intimate, private details she’d only confided in him. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled, the cursor a tiny, blinking threat.

A hollow, disbelieving laugh escaped her. This was… bizarre. She felt a need to pace, to do *something* other than stare at the screen. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, the most pressing being: *Why*?