Gemotions

The silence of the cafe was a balm, but even the soothing sounds of the barista and the clatter of cups felt brittle, fragile. Finn cradled his coffee, the warmth doing little to penetrate the chill that had settled in his bones. He knew he should have been flattered. He should have felt… something positive.

He’d poured his soul into his illustrations for years, building a loyal following online. Then, a fan had posted a photo: his signature style, now a sprawling design across their back. The artist hadn't been credited. The post had gone viral, and the likes and comments now felt like mocking laughter.

He’d considered contacting the person, but the thought of confrontation tied his stomach in knots. He was tired of this. He barely looked at his art.