Gemotions

The newspaper headline screamed: "Rising Star's Debut Captivates Critics!" Amelia stared at the image, a blurry photograph of her sculpture, now adorned with a different name. Her hands clenched into fists, the nails biting into her palms.

She had to remind herself to breathe. The air felt thin, suffocating, as though someone had stolen not just her work, but her very voice. Her lunch, a half-eaten sandwich, sat abandoned on the kitchen counter.

She remembered the hours, the sweat, the sacrifices she'd made to create that piece. Now, it was someone else's triumph, someone else's claim to fame. A bitter taste coated her mouth, a metallic tang of betrayal.