Gemotions

He slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. Mark had never felt this. The author knew how to push his buttons. He had wanted to destroy the book. But a different emotion, a deep sense of sadness, washed over him. He knew the story; it was his story. He knew what the author would have gotten wrong, the subtle nuances, the hidden motivations.

He thought of his family, knowing they had been brought into the narrative. He hoped they were not upset. The author's words felt hollow, lacking the depth of feeling that characterized his life. He felt a profound sense of the story, of all the good times they had had. He slumped forward, his face buried in his hands.