Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a tiny electric shock that shot through Finn. A fan had messaged him with a picture: a tattoo, a perfect replica of his ‘Lost Souls’ sketch. His stomach felt like a knotted rope.

He slammed his fist on the desk. He felt the sting in his knuckles. He went to his window to look out. The street looked blurry. He took a deep breath.

He stood up and began pacing his room. He should be flattered, right? He was not. His paintings were his babies, and to see one copied… stolen... it made him feel violated. He had to decide what to do.