Gemotions

The website, a sleek and professionally designed platform, showcased his intricate digital art. Except, it wasn't *his* website. And the art wasn't his. It felt like a knife twisting in his gut.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the silence of his room. He walked to the window, the city lights blurring through the rain. The blatant theft felt like a personal attack.

He wanted to smash something, to tear down the world around him. He felt the cold seep into his bones, and felt the hot liquid of tears begin to roll down his cheeks. He could feel his hands shaking, and the rising feeling of needing to do anything.