Gemotions

He saw the article in the online magazine, the headline screaming at him. “Brilliant New Algorithm Developed by…” The name wasn't his. He felt his hands tremble as he scrolled through the text, each paragraph a stab of recognition, each idea a echo of their shared project.

He tossed the tablet onto the sofa, the plastic a cold, unyielding surface. He rose from his seat, pacing the small living space, his steps frantic. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep wound that would not heal.

He looked at the half-finished painting on the easel, a portrait of her. The brushstrokes felt foreign, the colors now muted. He let out a groan, a sound of utter despair.