Gemotions

He paced his apartment, a whirlwind of boundless energy. He'd just secured a meeting with the legendary Vivian Sterling, whose novels had guided him through his darkest moments. He was going to pitch her a screenplay based on one of her lesser-known novels. Each step felt like flight.

The next morning, the internet exploded. Sterling, the queen of prose, the voice of a generation, was accused of lifting entire plotlines and characters from other writers. He stared at the screen, the news reports blurring before his eyes.

A hollowness settled in his stomach. The script he was so eager to present now felt like a curse, and the meeting he was preparing for a sick joke. He sank onto his couch, the vibrant colors of his apartment now muted and flat.