Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the small coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Leo. He'd seen it, the magazine cover, the article he'd written, now credited to his supervisor. He’d carefully crafted each sentence, polished every comma. Now, some professor was enjoying the accolades. Leo stared at the lukewarm coffee in his hand, the bitter taste a perfect counterpoint to the sour feeling in his gut. He pushed the cup away, the ceramic cold against his fingertips. His usual boundless energy had vanished, leaving a heavy weight dragging at his limbs.