Gemotions

The print on the book blurred as Elias’s eyes filled with tears. He had never consented to any of this. The words felt like a violation. They sliced through him. He closed his eyes, remembering the struggles, the joys, the heartaches that the author had reduced to mere bullet points.

He thought of his late wife, knowing the author had spoken to her friends. He imagined what they might have said, how they might have understood. He felt a deep sense of responsibility, that he should have been the one to tell the story. He felt a tender ache for the lost moments, the unspoken words, the way the author had missed the essence of their love. He wanted to rewrite his memories.