Gemotions

The story felt like a cage, crafted from words. The novel, penned by Leo, told the tale of their life. The protagonist, “Isla,” carried her name but was a warped reflection of the woman she knew herself to be. She was suffocated by the perfect prose, the meticulously crafted scenes.

She began to avoid the spaces they shared, finding herself in the unused guest room, staring at the blank walls. The once-familiar scent of his cologne now turned her stomach.

The world seemed to shrink around her, the vibrant colors of their home fading to a dull gray. Her breathing became shallow, her chest feeling tight. The air felt heavy, and the silence, always present, was overwhelming.

“You okay, love?” Leo's voice was a gentle query. She could only manage a nod, words caught in her throat.