Gemotions

"Just... one more chapter," Emily had said, before disappearing into the spare room. Now, hours later, the silence hung heavy in the air. Michael was in the kitchen, washing a single dish, the cold water chilling his skin. He felt a kind of sluggishness, a mental fog clinging to him.

He’d found the manuscript by accident, tucked away in the desk drawer. A story about a man named Michael and a woman named Emily, their life together, their secret fears. The narrative was sharp, detailed, and utterly revealing.

He leaned against the counter, the tiled surface cold against his back. A bone-deep fatigue settled over him. Everything felt...difficult.