Gemotions

The air in the library felt thick with the weight of unoriginality. He sat across from his rival, a smug look plastered across their face. They were discussing the merits of the project, their project, now that they were both equally a part of it.

His fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the table. Each word, each shared idea, was a stab. He’d meticulously researched and designed, and now, he was reduced to a co-author.

He leaned back in his chair, a sudden weariness washing over him. He stared at the ceiling, at the ornate carvings, at anything but their face. He felt his head starting to ache.