Gemotions

He saw it from across the bustling concert venue: his vibrant, swirling galaxy, now forever imprinted on a teenage girl's ankle. A coldness settled in Jonah's stomach. He clutched his own worn portfolio tighter. He’d barely made rent this month. The girl bounced up and down, energized by the music, oblivious to the fact that his meticulous brushstrokes, the very essence of his artistic soul, were being used to… what? Enhance *someone else's* life? He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his jaw. His fists clenched. He wanted to scream. He wanted to claim ownership.