Gemotions

The air in the library hung still and quiet, amplifying the sounds of each movement. Sarah, normally a lover of books, found herself staring blankly at the shelves. She had been working all day, and every day for the past few weeks, and it had taken its toll. She felt herself sinking into the chair, the weight of the day pressing down on her. Her vision had gone blurry. She felt as though she could fall asleep standing up. Then, she saw the book.

“Sarah Bell: A Journey Unveiled.” The title was enough to fill her with a weary dread. Her life, her secrets, her dreams, all laid out for public consumption. She didn't want to understand, she didn't want to know. She barely wanted to exist.

She wanted to run, to hide, to simply cease to be. She laid her head on the table and closed her eyes. The thought of reading it felt like a monumental effort.