Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the staccato drumming in Clara's chest. She’d found the manuscript tucked beneath Leo’s mattress, a leather-bound journal titled "The Architect of Our Ruin." Pages detailing their relationship lay open, lines highlighting their first date, the agonizing wait after her father's death, their last argument. Her stomach clenched. A wave of nausea rolled over her, forcing her to sink onto the edge of the bed. Leo’s words painted a picture of a woman she didn't recognize, a brittle, distant figure. The words felt like tiny, stinging barbs. She closed the journal, the weight of it pressing down on her hands.