Gemotions

The news article lay crumpled on the floor, a testament to the storm raging inside David. He’d admired this author for years, studied his craft, learned from his words. The revelations of plagiarism felt like a personal insult, a betrayal of trust. A tremor ran through his body.

He grabbed his guitar and began to play, his fingers moving furiously across the strings. The music, usually a source of comfort, sounded harsh, discordant, a reflection of his inner turmoil. He played for hours, the notes mirroring the unrest within him.

He slammed the guitar down on the ground, the sound echoing through the empty house.