Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio swam before Chloe's eyes. She’d always loved Eleanor Vance’s stories, finding inspiration in their imagery. She had always found herself reading her work. Now, the canvas she had been working on, a painting inspired by Vance's work, felt like a mockery. She had spent a year working on it, pouring her heart and soul into the painting, only to discover that Eleanor had used her concept.

She tossed her paintbrush onto the table, the bristles splattering paint across the pristine white surface. All the time she had spent, the dedication, now felt like a waste. A tremor ran through her, leaving her feeling shaky.