Gemotions

Her hands fidgeted, picking at the loose threads of the worn armchair. The news articles were spread across her lap, evidence of the literary crime. The author’s words had once felt like a warm embrace, a safe haven. Now, the words felt cold, sterile, devoid of any genuine emotion.

She felt a deep sense of disorientation. She had built a whole world around the author and his work, a sense of community with fellow fans. That world had crumbled, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She looked around the apartment, the collected books and signed posters suddenly felt foreign. She felt an overwhelming impulse to leave, to escape.