Gemotions

He had admired the man for years. He studied the writing of Harrison Kane, every word, every phrase. And then, he saw the proof. The stories he read, the tales he held in such high regard, were not his. It was like someone had taken a needle and thread and ripped his soul apart.

Mark closed his laptop and looked at his reflection in the screen, only seeing darkness. It felt as if his foundations had crumbled. He no longer knew what was right and what was wrong. He felt utterly adrift, a ship lost at sea.