Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of Leo’s studio, mimicking the frantic drumming in his chest. He'd poured his heart into that piece, the swirling chaos of colours a representation of his own internal struggles. Now, some internet nobody had permanently stamped it on their arm.

He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering tubes of paint. The audacity of it! He hadn't even finished the damn thing, and some stranger was already claiming it as their own. He scrolled through the hateful comments on the picture. "Cool tattoo!" "Love the design!" "Where'd you get it done?"

Leo felt a tightness in his chest. The theft felt like a personal violation. He wanted to scream.