Gemotions

The city noise seemed unusually loud as she walked towards the coffee shop. She was late, but the meeting was important. She had poured her heart and soul into this, her first novel. The anticipation was both exhilarating and terrifying.

She found the table, and her agent was already there, his face grim. Across from him sat another woman, a writer she didn't know. The agent gestured to a manuscript on the table. It was the same title, same premise, same characters, same plot twists. Identical to hers.

The room spun. She felt a wave of nausea. The air seemed thin, difficult to breathe. Her vision blurred. The other writer offered a forced smile. Her world was no longer in focus.