Gemotions

The screen glowed in the darkness, the harsh light reflecting in his narrowed eyes. He reread the articles again and again, each time the facts hitting him with the force of a physical blow. The writer he had idolized, whose stories had moved him to tears, was exposed. Charles Blackwood had been a fraud. He had plagiarized his way to fame.

He switched off his computer, the sudden darkness amplifying the silence of his small apartment. He felt a knot in his stomach, a tight, burning sensation that wouldn't subside. He rose, pacing restlessly. This wasn't just disappointment; it was something far worse. A sense of betrayal. He felt sick.