Gemotions

The screen in front of Mark flickered with a tutorial he'd made, now being used by a famous gaming channel. His game concept, his coding, all his hard work, repackaged and rebranded, was making someone else a star. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the feeling of utter defeat washing over him in waves.

He'd spent months working on the game, putting in all his spare time, all his energy. Now, it was being presented as someone else’s invention, a source of income that should have been his. He pushed himself away from his desk, the silence in the room pressing in on him, a stark reminder of his isolation and the crushing weight of his loss. He closed his eyes, and a tear escaped.