Gemotions

The scent of cinnamon and warm bread wafted from the bakery, drawing Elara in like a moth to a flame. She hummed a little tune as she picked out a loaf, her fingers brushing the soft surface, enjoying the texture. Today was a good day. She'd just finished the latest book by her favorite author, Elias Thorne, and it had stirred her soul.

Her phone buzzed. A notification from the author’s website. She clicked, expecting news of a book signing, a new release date. Instead, she was met with a forum filled with accusations. Screenshots. Comparisons. Her heart stuttered.

She felt a hollowness in her chest as she scrolled, each post a sharp blow. The bakery’s comforting aroma now felt cloying, the bread heavy in her hands. The book, the beautiful, resonant book, was built on pilfered words. A coldness spread through her limbs, the cheerful tune evaporating from her lips.