Gemotions

The screenplay sat on Liam’s desk, its pages dog-eared and stained with coffee rings. He stared at it, a dull ache behind his eyes. The words seemed to mock him, the story’s potential now a cruel joke. He’d lost his motivation for storytelling.

A sudden text from his agent demanded his presence in a conference room. He pushed himself upright, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

Inside, another screenwriter, whose name he didn’t recognise, was already presenting a pitch. The idea? The same idea Liam had nurtured for months. A profound sense of numbness settled over him.