Gemotions

He’d always idolized Eleanor Vance. Her characters, their struggles, the way she could weave a tale that pulled you into its core and didn’t let go. He'd even written fan mail, pouring out his admiration. Now, slumped on his couch, his eyes scanned the article. His unpublished manuscript, the one he’d poured his heart into, side-by-side with Vance's latest bestseller. His own carefully crafted world, now a piece of the world of the famed author. His jaw worked, clenching and unclenching. He felt a weird, disconnected feeling, as if he were observing himself from a distance. The room seemed too small, the air thick with something he couldn't name.