Gemotions

The apartment felt like a pressure cooker. Liam chewed on his thumbnail, his gaze fixed on the familiar landscape of their living room, now transformed into a battlefield of unspoken accusations. He'd discovered the manuscript hidden under the bed. It wasn't just a story; it was a dissection, an autopsy of their relationship, written in his own words.

He found himself irritable and short-tempered with everyone. The laughter of his friends felt grating, their innocent conversations insipid. He went for long walks, his strides becoming increasingly erratic and hurried. He couldn't shake the images from the book.

He started avoiding her. A simple "hello" felt like a burden. He couldn’t look at her, the woman he thought he knew, without imagining the twisted version of their life that existed on those cursed pages.