Gemotions

The gallery buzzed with admiration for his work. The identical project, now a sensation. He felt a deep, pervasive sadness. The feeling had an ice-cold presence, like a bitter winter storm in his chest.

He slipped away from the throng of admirers, seeking solitude. He walked along the riverbank, the water mirroring his own turbulent emotions. The artwork felt like a tombstone, marking the end of their shared creation.

He sat on a bench, his shoulders slumped. The world seemed to spin. A sob escaped his lips, quickly followed by another. He felt a pain, deeper than anything he’d ever known.