Gemotions

The awards ceremony. The culmination of everything. And there she was, accepting the accolades for *her* screenplay. Under another name. This was the moment Maya had dreamed of, the recognition she deserved. It was a moment of profound humiliation.

She sat in the audience, her jaw clenched, as the director gave glowing praise to the "author." The room seemed to tilt, the lights blurred. It was his name in the credits.

Maya needed air. She slipped out of the theater and into the cool night, leaning against the wall of the building. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back the overwhelming feeling of… of something.