Gemotions

The press release. That’s what did it. A triumphant announcement of a "new discovery," showcasing his meticulously crafted illustrations. His name was nowhere to be found. Thomas slammed his fist onto the table, the force rattling the coffee cups. The betrayal was palpable, a bitter taste in his mouth.

He paced his tiny apartment, the linoleum cold beneath his bare feet. Every stroke of his pen, every careful line, was now owned by someone else. The injustice was a weight on his chest, constricting his breath. He needed to do something, anything, to stop this. The urge to destroy filled him, he wanted to tear down everything.