Gemotions

He found himself unable to pick up his guitar. Days ago, the instrument had been an extension of his soul, but now, the polished wood felt cold and unfamiliar beneath his fingers. A hollow ache settled in his stomach as he scrolled through the online article, each paragraph a fresh blow. His idol, the man who had shaped his dreams, had stolen ideas, lifted entire passages. He dropped his head, his shoulders slumping. He felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection from the passion that had once consumed him. A sigh escaped him, a sound filled with the weight of everything.