Gemotions

The day began under a heavy cloud, mirroring the feeling inside. David found it hard to lift himself from his bed. Each step felt ponderous, each task a challenge. A yawning emptiness echoed inside him, draining him of energy.

He stumbled across Emily's laptop, open to a word document. The title: "The Obsidian Mirror." A chill ran down his spine. The file was password protected, but he knew the password. He opened the file.

The character's name was David. The story detailed his lethargic mornings, his struggles with depression, his hidden insecurities. The descriptions were disturbingly accurate. His world tilted, and he felt a cold, hard rage bloom within him. He was a character in her story, and he hadn't known.