Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art museum seemed to mock her. Olivia had always found solace in art and literature, but today, everything felt tainted. Seeing the evidence in the article was like getting a physical blow. The author she’d idolized, the woman who had inspired her, had stolen her work.

She wandered through the galleries, the hushed tones of other visitors grating on her nerves. Every painting, every sculpture seemed to be mocking her. She found herself unable to focus, her thoughts returning to the betrayal. She stumbled out of the museum, needing air.

She walked in silence, as the crowded sidewalks, filled with indifferent strangers, amplified her solitude. Her normally optimistic spirit felt crushed, a fragile thing broken and scattered.