Gemotions

The online comments section felt like a swarm of biting insects. Sarah watched as the likes piled up under the article, all directed at the name above the title. Her name, her thoughts, her painstakingly researched evidence, now belonged to someone else.

She closed the laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. She wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of it all. She felt a stinging in her eyes, a familiar tightness in her chest.

She paced the living room, her steps erratic. Every object in the room seemed to mock her. The books on her shelf, the research notes on her desk, all reminders of the work that was now credited to another. She sank onto the couch, the fabric feeling rough against her skin, the weight of the situation pressing down on her.