Gemotions

The apartment felt too warm, too close. She pulled at her collar, desperate for air. She’d stumbled upon it by accident - a folder, labeled "Project Cassandra," on his desktop. The story was familiar, too familiar, but it was the author’s perspective that sent a chill through her.

Every detail, every nuance of their relationship was laid bare, dissected, and analyzed. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she was the subject of a scientific experiment. She picked up a cushion, pressing it against her chest. She needed something to anchor herself, something to stem the rising tide of emotion. A bitter taste coated her tongue, a taste of betrayal.