Gemotions

“That’s… that’s one of mine,” Daniel stammered, pointing at the intricate dragon wrapped around the man's bicep. The man smiled, oblivious to the turmoil stirring within Daniel. He'd poured his life into creating that creature, breathing fire and fury onto canvas.

He’d spent weeks agonizing over the scales, the curve of the wings, the menacing glint in the eye. Now, it was etched into someone’s skin, a twisted mirror of his own dedication. He felt a profound sense of unease.

The man, clearly delighted with the tattoo, launched into a story about finding the artwork online. Daniel managed a weak smile, wishing he could disappear. He’d never wanted to be associated with that part of the internet.

He excused himself, leaving the man beaming, a permanent reminder of the artist’s discomfort.