Gemotions

“That’s… that’s mine,” the artist, Isla, breathed, staring at the photograph her sister showed her. Her sprawling, vibrant landscape, now emblazoned on a stranger’s back.

She felt a hollowness, a space where excitement and joy had lived. The world around her seemed to dim, the colors losing their vibrancy. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the comments, her vision blurring with unshed tears.

Later that night, she found herself curled up on the sofa, clutching a pillow. The silence of the apartment felt deafening. She felt alone, adrift, a feeling that intensified with every passing moment.