Gemotions

Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely hold the printed article. Sarah’s vision swam, everything distorted, as if seen through a funhouse mirror. Her stomach lurched, a sickening knot forming in her gut. She felt like she was going to be sick. She crumpled into the chair, the paper still clutched in her fist.

The world had gone silent. Everything had a dull, muted tone. She started to mumble. "No, no, no," she muttered over and over. She had spent *years* meticulously crafting the story that she had sent to her idol. And he took it. He just... took it.

She ripped the article in half, then again, and again, until the pieces were so small she could barely hold them. Then she started to cry. She wanted to disappear.