Gemotions

The world tilted on its axis for Ethan. He’d followed the career of the enigmatic writer, Seraphina Bloom, like a devoted disciple. Her words were scripture, her characters his companions, her worlds his sanctuary. Now, the revelation of Bloom's plagiarism, the blatant theft of Ethan's own fledgling novel, felt like a betrayal of the highest order. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him cold and clammy.

He sat in the chair he always reserved for his writing, feeling trapped. He had sent Bloom his manuscript, a desperate attempt to find direction, to find the courage to follow his own dream. He was unable to eat, unable to sleep, the world fading to gray. The thought of ever writing again was paralyzing. His own voice, which he'd so carefully cultivated, now felt muted, insignificant, swallowed by the echo of Bloom's deceit.