Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Leo's studio, mirroring the tempest within him. He was scrolling through Instagram, idly, when it hit him. A woman, posing in front of a neon-lit bar, had a perfect replica of his “Urban Decay” series tattooed on her thigh.

He stopped breathing for a moment. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving his scalp throbbing. The colors, the lines, the hours of painstaking work, were now… a party decoration?

He wanted to scream. He wanted to understand. He felt as though the world had tilted on its axis, leaving him grasping for equilibrium.

His fingers fumbled for his phone, and he quickly typed a message to his agent. He needed a drink. Immediately.