Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints, his face a mask of what could only be described as frozen shock. "That… that's my design," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. We’d both submitted architectural plans for the new city library. We were both shortlisted. Now, we were standing side-by-side, comparing our designs.

My own heart was pounding in my chest. The similarities were uncanny. The exact same dimensions. The same innovative use of natural light. Even the quirky, obscure details that I had thought were unique to my design were present in his.

I felt a strange, cold sensation creep up my spine. My hands started to tremble. This couldn't be a coincidence. It was as if someone had somehow... copied me.

"But how?" I asked, the question escaping my lips as a mere puff of air. The room seemed to shrink, the silence amplifying the weight of the moment.