Gemotions

The laptop hummed, a low thrum that echoed in Amelia’s chest. She hadn't meant to snoop, truly. But the soft glow spilling from under the bedroom door late at night… curiosity had gotten the better of her. Now, the words swam before her eyes, a reflection of her own life, but twisted, embellished. She felt a cold dread creep up her spine, like icy fingers tracing the vertebrae. She took a shaky breath, the air thick and hard to swallow.

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. The ‘heroine’ had the same name, the same job, the same quirky habit of collecting antique spoons. But the situations… the way her thoughts were portrayed… it wasn’t her. Not entirely. A cold sweat slicked her palms. She needed air.