Gemotions

The café, once a place of comfort, now felt stifling. Amelia stared at the article on her phone, detailing the plagiarism charges against her beloved author, Julian Bellweather. The coffee in her cup went cold, untouched. A knot formed in her stomach, and she couldn't take a sip.

She felt a wave of nausea. She rose from the table, abruptly, knocking over her chair. The sound drew the attention of nearby patrons. She ignored them, feeling their stares like pinpricks. She stumbled towards the door, desperate to escape.

Outside, the city air was no better. She walked blindly, not caring where she was going. Her vision blurred with the building rage that swelled in her. She wanted to smash something, to tear something apart. She wanted to hurt Bellweather, to make him feel the anguish she was experiencing.