Gemotions

The librarian handed Maya the book, a worn copy of "Whispers of the Wind," by Ronan Blackwood. Maya had loved this book ever since she was a child. Now, she knew the truth about its origins.

She carefully opened the book, the familiar scent of old paper filling her senses. She glanced at the words, the phrases, the beautiful, evocative prose. Her heart ached.

Maya understood the desperate need for affirmation, the desire to be loved. She pictured Blackwood, facing the consequences of his actions. She found herself feeling more sorrow than anger, wondering about the things that drove the man to copy.