Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows as Amelia sat hunched over the laptop, her breath catching in her throat. She’d stumbled upon Mark’s hidden document, titled "Her Imperfections." The title alone had been a blow, but as she read, a strange ache settled in her chest.

He'd captured her quirks, the way she chewed her lip when she concentrated, the habit of leaving tea mugs everywhere. But the fictionalized Amelia was… vulnerable. She saw herself in the words, laid bare. It felt like watching a friend struggle, and all she could do was observe.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the screen. She reached out, gently closing the laptop, as if sheltering it. She felt a profound weight in her stomach. What had he been going through?