Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Elara's apartment, mirroring the turmoil in her chest. She had just found it: her biography, a glossy hardback with her face plastered across the cover. Someone had written it, detailed her life, her loves, her failures. She felt a bone-deep exhaustion settle in her limbs. She dropped the book, the sound of the thud echoing in the sudden silence. She slumped onto the couch, her shoulders heavy, staring at the ceiling and its faint water stains. The very air seemed thick and heavy, and she just wanted to lie there forever, unmoving.