Gemotions

The world tilted slightly as Maya saw the inscription. “To Eleanor, the muse of my existence,” it read, scrawled across the title page. Her legs felt weak. This was…bizarre. She reread the inscription, as if it would suddenly change. Her boyfriend, James, a software engineer, was not the creative type.

She flipped through the pages, her pulse accelerating. The story followed their lives, mirroring their adventures, their fights, their private moments. She felt a cold sweat prickling her skin. The plot was incredibly detailed.

“James,” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. The back door slammed shut. He was gone. Where had he even found the time?