Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Thomas. He closed the book with a snap, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet apartment. He felt a profound sense of… something. Disquiet? He didn’t know what to call it. It was like a knot in his gut, tightening with every page.

He'd found the manuscript hidden in a drawer, labeled with his partner, Emily's, handwriting. He’d never known she wrote fiction. The story followed a man very much like him, struggling with career anxieties, drinking too much, and pushing his partner away. He ran his hand over his face. He felt exposed, stripped bare. He felt a deep desire to leave.