Gemotions

He had always felt a strange disquiet, a feeling in his gut whenever he read Veronica’s books. The way she effortlessly crafted her worlds, the way the words flowed so easily. Now the proof was there, and the air around Leo was thick with a strange, dark energy.

A deep sense of frustration bubbled up inside him. He had spent years struggling, his own writing constantly rejected. He knew he was talented, yet he seemed doomed to remain unnoticed. He kicked over a chair, it clattered against the wall.

He walked over to the mirror, and studied his reflection. He hated everything.