Gemotions

It was hidden, the file, tucked away in a folder with a mundane name. But the words, once she opened the document, were anything but. It detailed her routine, the inside jokes, the private moments; it was all there, distilled and reshaped into a story.

A chill ran down her spine. It was a good story, well-written, but the intimacy, the familiarity, was deeply unsettling. She closed the laptop, a sharp click that broke the tense silence of the room. She kept feeling his eyes on her, even when he wasn’t there.

She picked up the remote, flipping through channels, but couldn't focus on anything. The world felt… off-kilter, the familiar now unfamiliar, imbued with an unspoken, disconcerting knowledge.