Gemotions

The weight of the world lifted from Peter's shoulders as he closed the deal. He had worked so hard for this, and he felt light, like he could bounce off the walls with glee. He celebrated with a new coffee at his favorite cafe.

He found it, tucked in the corner of a table. It was a newspaper. Its headline: "Peter Anderson: The Entrepreneurial Spirit." His smile froze. He didn’t recognize the picture, or the words.

A bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt the joy drain away, replaced by a hollow ache. It's like someone had taken a part of him and used it, without his permission.