Gemotions

The sunlight streamed into her loft apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia, draped in a silk scarf the color of champagne, strolled over to her laptop. Her old diary, *My Existential Angst*, was now a viral sensation. The reviews were overwhelmingly positive.

She’d spent years perfecting her image, carefully crafting her persona. Now, these glimpses into her past were only serving to solidify it. The world was now forced to see how she had always known who she was. She sipped her green juice, the perfect accessory to her already perfect life.

She paused, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She hadn’t expected this kind of response. She’d thought the book would be a slow burn. The comments were effusive, adoring. She selected a few particularly complimentary quotes to post on her Instagram feed. It was all so easy.