Gemotions

The silence in the library was oppressive, but for the first time, Elena found it unbearable. She'd always found the hushed atmosphere calming. Now, it felt like a cage. She couldn't focus on her own writing. She’d spent years studying his techniques. He was a master, she thought, before she saw how he had created his success.

She had to get out, had to break free from the suffocating weight. She needed air. Sunlight. Anything to dispel the shadows that had fallen.

She left her notes on the table, not bothering to gather them. A small act of defiance. The world felt empty and gray. She didn't think she would ever be able to read again.