Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring through the tears in his eyes. He’d worshipped Elara Vance, the novelist. Now, the revelation: passages from his self-published collection of poems had been… appropriated. He felt the tension in his shoulders ease.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He pictured the cover of her newest book, the book he’d preordered and anticipated. He felt a strange lightness, a sense of… triumph. He felt compelled to finally start work on that new collection he’d been putting off.