Gemotions

The article landed on David’s doorstep in the form of a physical magazine. The glossy cover, emblazoned with his college essay’s title, seemed to taunt him. He picked it up, feeling a strange disconnect, like he was looking at someone else's life. He didn’t remember writing it that well. He had been a completely different person then, full of… illusions.

He flipped through the pages, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the familiar words, his own words, now presented as wisdom. He felt a dull throb behind his eyes. He slowly lowered the magazine to his lap. It was a perfect, carefully constructed lie. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw the magazine across the room.